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Abandon hope |
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And I shall become free |
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And with freedom acquire emptiness |
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With the mind cleansed and empty |
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There is the void known as despair |
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A gateway upon an emptiness endless and vast |
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In despair the language of the shadows is intelligible |
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In madness all sounds become articulate |
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Terror and despair they guide me |
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Into nightmares that follow one upon the other |
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Like windblown grains of sand |
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(solo: Dallas) |
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I have become as the wastelands |
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Of unending nothingness |
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Now shall the night things |
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Fill me with their whisperings |
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And the shadows reveal their wisdom |
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(solo: Karl) |
