| A flaw in the grand design of what we call living
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| An aimless contradiction based purely on fiction
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| We must first accept our need to be If we are to live and to be free
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| Failure to choose and realize
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| Is the foundation of our demise
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| Our subconscious is trying to tell us something
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| If not here, where should we be, how can we know
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| And if existence is imagined, does it matter anyway
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| It’s really trying to tell us something
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| We’re not really here, where we should be, that I do know
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| And as long as imagination exists, matter is obsolete
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| Meeting it face to face, seeing it eye to eye
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| Finding reason in changed stability
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| The key to realizing our futility
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| Our subconscious is trying to tell us something
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| That we’re really not here, that we really don’t know
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| That our existence is imagined, but it matters anyway
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| Hope through turning away, letting go of getting nearer
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| Finding the words to express it, even further down the road
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| Stepping right in, drawing closer, for time is here and now |