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Incorporeal magnets pulling me from every side |
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Obnubilation tries to throw me into its vortex |
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Psychic whirl of thoughts feeding the storm inside |
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Threshold of madness, situation getting complex |
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Pulling obstacles on my pathways to relief |
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Disruptions try to lead my soul into a pitfall |
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In the grip of lies, broken dreams and disbelief |
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Where can i find the needed help to climb this high wall? |
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Hidden in the thinker's lair |
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The only place where i feel free |
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Sheltering from winds of despair |
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Trying to know who i have to be |
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Taking breaths of inner air |
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I srcutinize inside of me |
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To return i will dare |
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Now i prepare my repartee |
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Watching, thinking, analysing |
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Watching, thinking, analysing |
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Incorporeal magnets pulling me from every side |
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Obnubilation abducts my life and makes it complex |
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Psychic whirl of thoughts, but this time i will not hide |
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Exhilirated by the will to avoid the vortex |
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I'm back from the thinker's lair |
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Returning where i have to be |
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Back from the thinker's lair |
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And i've prepared my repartee |
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I'm back from the thinker's lair |