| These mystifying thoughts — Obstructing the objective
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| Enclosing on the light — Trying to tlee
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| From it’s opposite
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| When walls are collapsing — Earth is convulsing
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| Skies are falling — And oceans collide
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| Reality, phasing in and out
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| Foundations that crumble — The ground is eroding
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| Asphyxiating air — And oceans collide
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| Desperately searching — For answers to unravel
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| This tormenting — Disputed point
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| Avoiding debris — Escaping the substance
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| Nomadically wandering on the
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| boulevard of ruptured chimeras
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| Stumbling on a crooked paving stone
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| Resembling the perjury — Withholding to take measures
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| In the right direction
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| While everything upon us is raging before the eyes
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| We can’t acknowledge where it is
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| Where we should reside
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| Keep moving — Stay focussed — Look forward
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| If push comes to shove we’ll be turning the tides
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| Carrying the weight — Lifting the shades trying to face
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| A conscious state, phasing in and out
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| A fierce but effective approach
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| Subconsciously grasping
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| Any shape or form which opens up my universe
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| While standing in potentially unexplored territory
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| Stumbling on a crooked pining stone
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| Resembling the perjury
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| Withholding m take measures in the right direction
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| Subconsciously grasping the pieces
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| that will forge into
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| The universe I’m standing in today
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| Subconsciously grasping |