all that I wanted is to lay under ground
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this world is not for me, so I die as a god (of emptiness)
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I want to retire from a place for which I don't care
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my world, it dies too, but my life will not end down there
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nobody will see me, where I fumble in the dark
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and exploring for dimensions where my spirits will grow
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now I see the cerecloth closing above me
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no thinking for the future, for now no future for me
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the maggots will soon feed, crowling through and over me
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but my soul will search for dimensions of eternity
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my spirit, will show the path
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where you can see, my forgotten rests
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a miserable, disfigured tomb
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lay some flower, for my tired soul
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it will wake me, and I'll be there
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Blinded By The Afterlife
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| Aeon |
