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A sleeping explorer, his wandering mind |
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Crossed over the border |
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A mind like a cemetery where the corpses are turning |
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Where the bodies twist deep |
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In the frozen grip of a dreamless sleep |
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Then the lowest comes up |
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Like a wreck from the depths |
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He hears night calling and has dreams of waking |
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Here in this brightness |
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That burns like slow lightning |
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He sees words burnt in ice |
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And reads that the world is a wound |
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And the body of Christ |
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Effects of the animal, animal sound effects |
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He says, "Death, he is my friend |
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He's promised me a quick end" |
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The world is in pain |
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And should be put down |
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And God is a sadist |
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And that he knows it |
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The depths of the night skies |
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Reflects in his eye |
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He says, "Everything changes |
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(Nine knives of ice) |
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And everyone dies" |
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And the night slits her veins |
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And the darkness drains |
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And the void rumbles in |
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Like an underground train |
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Forever comes closer |
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The world is in pain |
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We all must be shown, we must realise |
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That everyone changes and everything dies |