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Anesthetized sleep |
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Just conscious of life |
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Collapsing around |
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Us in grainy pieces |
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A rare alchemy of sea and stars explode |
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It mesmerises me |
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What we have known of pleasure was nothing |
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The frenzied passion, it strangles, suffocates |
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But the space intrudes, malign and ruthless |
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A hundred years explodes in that half moment |
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Stepping outside the temporal load time unstuck |
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For this is the peak the moment time slows down |
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Where gravity disappears from the vacuum |
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Blood rushing through ushering the rays of chaos |
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Everything becomes non linear, an endless space |
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As shivers creep down my spine all else in waves |
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In the conscious hour the hour of none |
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I feel it tighten round my throat |
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As i strangle out whats left |
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Poisonous veins bulge the residue of pleasure |
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My skin it crawls with the primeval rush |
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Its strangle how the mind can twist |
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Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse |
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Poisonous veins bulge with the residue of pleasure |
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My skin it crawls with the primeval rush... |
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Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse |
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To one vast chord of wound |
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That already clots and stales |
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In the darkest hour the hour of none |
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The conscious hour the hour of none |