| I withdraw from my shelter of peaceful rest
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| To measure all gathered forces
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| In the spirit of raging contempt
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| I watch as my decadence gets shattered
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| And blown away into the cold seductive void
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| Where all enemies fear to thread
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| Paralysed by the panoramic view
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| I prepare for the death trance
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| Observe the face of the fool
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| Draped in hysteria
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| I reflect and take a trip inside my own head
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| Try to justify all the sins I commit
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| Now leave your life as you know it
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| And join in this state of mind
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| Where visions burn so bright and high
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| Another throat is slit for its lies
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| Come with me and let’s dive into the bloodred trance
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| Come with me and let’s penetrate the normal climax
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| The silver bullets that hold their names are made ready for us
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| To use in case of disturbance
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| Of violation of this trance we share
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| The silver bullets that hold their names are no longer at our hands
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| They have been set out to cleanse and erase our terrible plague
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| I laugh as the sceptics are laid to waste
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| A rapture so profound and strong
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| Has taken it’s hold on me
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| Now let’s join and celebrate their fall
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| Release yourself and follow
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| Let their failure become your joy
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| Never again shall I loose my perspective
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| Never again shall I fall for their lies
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| Never again shall I feel so rejected
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| I will spit at the face of betrayal
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| Take my hand
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| Release yourself from pain, agony, distorted views
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| And all will be well
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| The image of passivity is killed before you
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| An image of distinct sharpness will now rise before you |