| Unassuming truths become remedial for shades of devotion,
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| I know, since my soul is on display for nothing but scrutiny
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| Stare in my direction and catch a glimpse of who I’m becoming
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| While the world loses its colour by the rain
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| I’m finding myself to be completely desaturated, adhering to pointless endeavors
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| I’m finding myself to be completely desaturated, adhering to pointless endeavors
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| I am wandering, I’m not following
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| (I am wandering)
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| I am wandering never following
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| I am wandering, I am not following
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| My thoughts are perpetuating into an infinite sequence, and in turn I’m unable
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| to utter a single word with confidence
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| I’m losing passion, lacking feeling
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| Fading colours, from a deep red to a dismal grey
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| I am everyone, yet no one at the same time
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| I passage through channels toward my own lifetime, recognizing I’ll never be
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| conscious again
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| My eternity resembles a single instant
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| Dwelling in all regions and leaving no imprint
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| I’m in touch with infinity and visionless
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| (The visionless)
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| Unassuming truths become remedial for shades of devotion
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| I know, since my soul is on display for nothing but scrutiny
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| My thoughts are perpetuating into an infinite sequence, and in turn I’m unable
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| to utter a single word
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| I’m losing confidence
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| I’m losing passion, lacking feeling
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| Fading colours |