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Death on the horizon |
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Consciousness asleep |
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The soul is unprepared |
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Fear runs deep |
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Always agonizing |
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On what can't be known |
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Heavy is the burden |
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When the tester rules the throne |
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Try to realize |
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Who's born and who dies |
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Struggling to know |
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The truth to this bardo |
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The wright of knowledge |
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Burden of old |
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It seems so simple |
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With eyes closed |
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Starting to wake up |
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From an ageless ruse |
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What once was choice |
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Now I can't refuse |
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Try to realize |
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Who's born and who dies |
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Struggling to know |
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The truth to this bardo |
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The ball of molten |
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The ball of molten lead |
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Trying to dislodge |
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Trying to dislodge the ball of molten lead |
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Feeling found and lost together |
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Gone too far to turn back now |
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King of death is overthrown |
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Bid this world a last goodbye |
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Void the gaze without the eyes |
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Shedding tears but no one cries |
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Inhale the space of the vessel |
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Bid the host a last goodbye |
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So sick and tired of the lies |
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Force fed as truth in perfect disguise |
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Squander this life in belief of the false |
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I try but I can't dislodge this |
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Ball of doubt |
