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It''s a long way to reality from the mind''s extremities |
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Deep in the core of the subconscious realm lies |
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A shrouded being, cowering |
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Suspended entity in darkness |
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Encapsulated in a crystalline state |
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A soft glowing green in black |
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Amebic dark, invading |
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Scampering through a silent chasm |
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On the other side beams a ray of light |
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The beacon becomes obscured |
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As the walls structuralize |
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Cubiform crystallization |
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A daunted hero falls to its knees |
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A piece of eternity from within |
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Condemned to memory |
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One side is lost |
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While the other is gained |
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Will the two ever be one in the same? |
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Suspended entity in darkness |
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Encapsulated in a crystalline state |
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A soft glowing green in black |
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Amebic dark, invading |
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Retaliating echos puncturing my sanity |
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The essence of my being is only a memory |
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Crippling vices instilled confirm the soul to seclusion |
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Disonant existence |
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Feelings and thoughts without resolution |
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Life is liquid when we''re young |
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We paint with the colors of the sun |
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Time solidifies in our brains |
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And we paint with shades of grey |
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All I see are dark clouds over a sunny day |
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The colorful picture of life solidifies and strips away |
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Tetrastructural minds |
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What once was liquid is frozen in time |
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A cold cubic cell traps all hope deep inside |
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Amebic dark, invading |
