[GODS:]</i> She believes she is embrancing infinite truth. One feeble spirit touch
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and She will catch the first glimpse of disharmony.
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[SHE:]
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Resting from my godly gift
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Shades of formless visit my dreams
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A vague voice, a grinding graze
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Exposing me to myself
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[Chorus:]
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How can this be?
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The world I perceive has to be me
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Are these dimensions out of reach?
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An absent-minded, anxious god
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Twisting the lives in a mortal shell
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Let me dissolve into the formless world
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[Chorus]
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Even he almighty are intended to fall
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Disclosure
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| Sinphonia |
