| He threads the needle thru a slovenly hand
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| Lacing its life together again
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| Words it relied on tangled his body
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| The message consigned
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| Brain dead players in the dome
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| Played by a mortal god
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| Underneath the dome, the circle of secrets expands
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| All that’s proven here is the truth’s been stripped away
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| He threads the needle binding the words of hope
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| Now the next intrtwines, the word passes on
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| It rplaced the stolen truth
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| Once two minds just two bodies expanding their range
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| As control narrows down, and the line adds up
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| Brain dead players in the dome
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| Played by a mortal god
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| Underneath the dome
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| The circle of secrets is coming again
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| A circle of secrets expands
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| Just enough to bleed
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| As the last laces its life to the first, completing the circle
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| The laughter of a man pulling strings
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| Drowns in assenting murmur
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| Accepting the lie to overcome fear
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| Without lifting a finger, he now lifts them all
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| The circle of secrets completed |