| I get flashes of reality quickly consumed
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| In the fog of existence and the thoughts i exhumed
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| Are lost to the grasping fingers of understanding
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| A dancing light on the edge of my sight
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| That teases me through the futility of life
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| And torments my slumbering mind into action
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| This is not a lethal wait but it can be a kind of deception
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| Vanity is a heavy weight fuelled by a constant rejection
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| No rational perception of the meaning sustained
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| I have no pain to measure but the concept remains
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| High and illusive a briefly glimpsed bright
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| Hall of awareness where my soul is in flight
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| A strong evolution of humanity’s ground
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| A large inhalation of both meaning and sound
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| Based on a primitive urge of exploration
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| This is not a lethal wait but it can be a kind of deception
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| Vanity is a heavy weight fuelled by a constant rejection
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| They say that music is the window of the soul
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| Look through the frosted pane at the melody of my heart
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| I am the dreamer yes i am the only one
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| I have been victim of obsession from the start
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| She came then to me in a cloud of tension
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| Disguised by perfume of lovers affection
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| Maintained a silence kind of rejection
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| Nervous of feelings she was just too scared to mention
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| But i was staring deep into the lake of despondency
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| Nihilistic nightmare on which i’ve embarked
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| My soul is exposed to the truth that is stark
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| And no one can help me solving this rare conundrum
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| But the world goes on spinning the sun comes again
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| Washes fear from my memory clears doubt from my brain
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| The awesome eye sweeps past into the distance
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| This is not a lethal wait but it can be a kind of deception
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| Vanity is a heavy weight fuelled by a constant rejection |