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Watch the disillusionist making himself disappear |
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A last display of magic ere surrendering to fear |
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Lost my faith in leaders and systems long ago |
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Now it seems I'm losing faith in everything I know |
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No more attempts to fill the empty pages |
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Don't ask me to explain my actions |
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There's no masterplan |
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No longer seek I satisfaction |
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In these barren lands |
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I asked so many whys: were given so few answers |
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That I can't seem to sense any sense anymore |
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I cried out to the heavens above |
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To find out if someone was waiting for me |
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But they just wanted my gold, not my soul |
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Though they could have it for free |
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Lying awake at night; should I keep up the fight |
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Is madness cursed our divine |
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Roll with the thunder; cry in the rain |
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What would the lunatic find |
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O, apathy divine |
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Forget it all in time |
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No more darkness; no more light |
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No more battles left to fight |
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Afraid to swim into the sea |
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For the sea may drown |
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Afraid to climb into the tree |
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If lightning splits the crown |
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I heard so many lies; that truth no longer matters |
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Taking endless extra spins on my unmerry-go-round |
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Tried to play my life backwards |
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To find hidden messages; telling me who I am |
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But I only heard |
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"Thou art human - thou art damned" |
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Lying awake at night; should I keep up the fight |
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Is madness cursed our divine |
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Roll with the thunder; cry in the rain |
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What would the lunatic find |
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O, apathy divine |
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Forget it all in time |
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No more darkness; no more light |
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No more battles left to fight |
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Used to flow with the waves |
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But who can swim forever without drowning |
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Used to strive for immortality |
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But who needs eternity |
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In misery |
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Lying awake at night; should I keep up the fight |
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Is madness cursed our divine |
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Roll with the thunder; cry in the rain |
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What would the lunatic find |
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O, apathy divine |
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Forget it all in time |
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No more darkness; no more light |
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No more battles left to fight |
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Should I rely on the arts |
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To cast light upon us all |
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Should I write a requiem |
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For what none wants to recall |
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At all |
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No I shall count these the last days of the sun |
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And seek comfort in darkness |
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'Til my life tread is spun |
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But play just one more for me lads; |
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As they carry me out... |
