We all find ourselves. In honor of the good cause. How empty we've become. With our sight to be the true force. . Does every instinct say you're right?.
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False affection took the best of me. Deep inside, the absent mind. Denial and hypocrisy. All this the same. To do this we part our ways. . My destination, my mission, my intuition.
And I tried to think. Tried to paint the picture. I lived it all. Wouldn't have to feel this way. . (Looking for something to believe in). Looking for something to believe in.
The great word of blessedness. And a feeling of ease. A cup of the well of freedom and life. . We joyfully drink. Inside all was new. But outwards nothing had changed.
the great word of blessendness. and a feeling of ease. a cup of the well of freedom. and a life we joyfully drink. inside, all was new, but outwards. nothing had changed.
This spectacle. Our collapse. It's not a false alarm. The ashes settle in. . I guess we are the insane. As we ignore the mirror's truth. Should I join the feast?.
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April night-time,. And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man.. Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses. To disarm the stars within us..
Tell me which side I'm on. Approaching constant failure. Tell me which side I'm on. (Who is friend or foe?). Approaching constant failure. . Between love and hate.
The chase. A wild one. Has to become. Figuring out where you need to be. Find the pulse. Into with all you see. It's infront of you. Every other way. Leads to the same old great wall.
There's someone in the attic. Building a strange machine. Never really seen him. But I think he works all day. . Blinded by the world outside. I stay inside.
It's not so much the pain. It's more the actual knife. Pretending the picture is perfect. I cut myself to sleep. . I close my eyes for a second. And meet my fragile soul.
You did me wrong and I applauded you. I'm not(?) keep no blade that I pierced through. Now hiding from the world outside. Trying to create magic for the pacified.
I can't deny that I want to see. Through your soul, through severity. But I'm afraid of knowing. When kind of a sight. When kind of a message I will find.
Voi perkele!. . The time has come for you and me. To reveal the truth from inside. I am not of the kind you want me to be. I'm going nowhere but down.
I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know you're afraid. You're afraid of us. You're afraid of change. . I travel in time. I dwell in worlds beyond the beyond.
I can see you through the lonely sky. As I begin my last journey. I can hear you through the silent clouds. And the swishing willow tears. I can feel you, your unblinking eye.
Isn't it funny how we can see beyond. Our hell?. Isn't it sad that we only want what we. Can have?. . And although we were born in the kindest corner of the universe.
Tides of resolution,. carry me to shore. Lift my soul upon the rocks that guide me to seek more. More than just salvation,. more than just a cause,. because I'm just a man with earthly flaws.