Follow us, reaching out of us,
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to strain against determination.
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Superfluous is our structure,
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maintained by the predication.
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We're so continuous.
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Intent on the will, to follow us.
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Intent on the will, to fall.
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Bet out, wise so minimal,
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to see the path that is laid.
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The chaos, is a function of mind,
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not on a realistic base.
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We're so continuous.
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Intent on the will, to follow us.
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Intent on the will, to fall.
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We turn on the world,
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raise doubt for the gain.
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We turn on the world and say.
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Pay us, for the wasting of
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time we invest in the pain.
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So terrible, is the lie that
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we master our own destiny.
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We're so continuous.
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Intent on the will,
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demons bring us down.
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Order
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