| As you keep pushing forward
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| You hold on to righteous self for self power sake
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| Prove you’re not a coward
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| Go on with decisions to make
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| In consequence of your creation
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| Gods are crying in dismay
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| Visions of the future, they will devour you
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| Reconciling with the past what a shame
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| Watch the answers change
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| For all questions you ever had
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| Comprehend, cogitate
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| Realize it’s going nowhere, obliterate
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| The point of absolute prostration
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| A man stripped down to the very fear
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| And none of you shall reach out to him
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| Drowned in disease, crowned with your fears
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| Paralyzing self-righteousness, all your loves gone in tears
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| So close yet so far, so distant yet so near
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| The aesthetics gives you joy, sweetest of all decay
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| You’re barely human, more like a creature
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| You may defend what’s left, you many pretend to live
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| Horrifying death you’ll be facing
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| I’ve done everything you wanted, like the ancient tragedy
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| You’re not what you were meant to be means and ends are seen
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| «Learning means finding out what you may already know…»
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| But before the curtains close, to awaken all the hopes again
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| Deus ex machina is descending from the top
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| The audience holds the breath
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| Faintly rising from their seats
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| Eyes wide open
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| Here come their happy end
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| But wait… there’s a halter on his neck
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| Ghastly pale going down with the ropes
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| Averting human’s fall is the hangman’s dream |