Far
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so far away
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there's an impulse in your brain
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it remains invisible
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but it's waiting for a day
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In the maze
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of the ego's secret place
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you'll detect your other self
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always silent
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still yourself
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The grains of sand are pouring down
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what was then will not be now
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you're staring at your hourglass
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ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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Close enough the old book of hate and love
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study life to learn to die
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till you utter
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your last cry
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Feel your blood
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getting frozen getting stopped
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you don't have to fight again
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no more living
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no more pain
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The Hourglass
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| Cemetery Of Scream |
