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Slowly I stick my hand |
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Into the merged soul |
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Of a thousand corpses |
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I wanna feel how it feels |
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To become one without boundaries |
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A heightened state of being |
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Where differences have faded |
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And the present |
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Is the future and the past |
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The eyes of the dead |
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Have turned to white stone |
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Blinded by the sheerness |
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Of their naked sore open souls |
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Which slowly pulls me deeper |
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And deeper down into |
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A world I wanna live in |
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Where everything is clear |
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As it should be/ as it can be |
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Washed away is my sense of time |
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I'm going nowhere |
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Yet I'm moving. |
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I've never felt this alive |
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I've finally reached |
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A sense of purpose |
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And nothing can hurt me anymore |
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I'm not in reach of your lies |
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A calm bright light |
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Is shining from their eyes |
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It tells my soul to stay by their side |
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I heed the calling |
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The souls of thousands |
