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The most delicate master |
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The drive, the core of our source of function |
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Too strong the belief of supremacy |
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And we'll drown in the lack of the increasing gain |
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Driven since the first step |
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And here we are trying to find our way in |
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Time bordering all advantages |
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Fear of infinity self-conceit |
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The ability to process, the ability to err |
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Truth neglected in irrational frustration |
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Determination serving temptation |
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Desire within unsound |
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Euphoric ambition possessed |
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To shorten our path, to lengthen our time |
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The most delicate master |
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The drive, the core of our source of function |
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Raionality paralyzed at the altar of will |
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Too tired of struggling, too strong to give in |
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Driven since the first step |
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A conscious failure of feigned ignorance |
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Internal filt appearing so reasonable |
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A stubborn wound none willing to heal |
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All equal in the field of diffidence |
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Swaying about on a weaker scent |
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Distance blurring destination |
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Desire within unsound |
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Euphoric ambition possessed |
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Idle discontent devotion |
