| To turn back at the threshold of salvation
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| To erase ones name from the book of life
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| To delve deep into the heart of the darkness
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| For a truth one could never find
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| I want nothing
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| And in return give all
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| Until all is nothing
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| And nothing all
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| I know that to act is pointless
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| And pointlessness holy
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| I cast grain in unclean ground
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| And see potential drowned
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| I see you
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| I feel you
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| I hear you
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| I smell you
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| I taste you
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| You are as clear
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| As crystal
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| You are as dark
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| As blood
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| You are as beautiful
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| As a blazing flame
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| You are as unforgiving
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| As frozen ground
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| Your are as fleeting
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| As a gust of wind
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| I am carried forth
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| By a great wind
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| A powerful tug
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| At the strings of my heart
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| That urges me onward
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| Through the listless times
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| And shields me from its foetid grime
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| Wind blowing, moon glowing, the owl goes by
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| I cradle this fear deep within my heart
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| I gaze upon the forests of the great divide
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| And ask myself: «Am I ready now, to depart?»
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| But for all its blessing and all its gifts
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| The unrelenting waves of the world set me adrift
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| And when at night the spirits are roiling through the sky
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| I wish for wings so I could join their lawless ride
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| But unseen hands grasp toward my throat
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| I feel their horrid warmth as the sun does rise to gloat
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| Defiant I remain and (even though) I lost all that I had
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| I greet the dawn with the hammer of the dead
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| For ever present is the song of my salvation
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| And my words were never meant for you to hum
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| And even though my voice is choked with Joy
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| My song is a call for Grief to come
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| To die is to learn a wisdom shiny
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| A wealth of ruby revelation
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| That the well of endless desperation
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| Still hides, in deep blue glow
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| All that was ever ours to know
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| And so we set forth on an aimless path
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| The horizon, a whore, pregnant with repudiation
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| We carry on in indignant illumination
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| Ever onward, with blood-stained skin
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| Til the inception of the End’s Begin
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| The fortitude of the anti-current
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| Is in the blood we bleed
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| To share in your pain
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| Oh thou perfected nameless flame
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| We call thee by thy first given name
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| Vicious love so hungry and filled with ire
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| My god is a consuming fire, a jealous God
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| The fragrance of tomorrow
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| And tomorrow and tomorrow
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| Incremental in our purpose
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| Toward nothing we are aiming
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| We are slipping, sliding, drowning and fighting
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| On a desperate and holy road
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| We shatter the boundaries before us
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| Brothers
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| Sisters
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| In the solitude of god
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| And the waters of nothingness
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| A constant reminder
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| That we
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| Are
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| Nowhere |