Do we start at the bottom and end in the apex?
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And the journey in itself is complascent
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Transitions of our time spent wandering
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Time ticks to the tock of its conquering
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Crescendo
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What is life but a mutual dream
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The beautiful web from the seeds of your sleep
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Believing in the one I believe that I be
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The truth that manipulates everything I see
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Clairvoyant, aware of this temporary state
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A scribble on the unwritten slab tempts fate
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A brush stroke illuminating scarred landscapes
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Designing the world from a point that is man’s fate
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For the sake of my own mental state
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I release my soul heading up to the gates
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Crescendo
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Crescendo
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Ascendance from the stairs to the ivory towers
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I bask in the glow ? my spirits devoured
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The pull from an unknown force I surmise
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Is tempting me to follow as I realize I
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Cascade
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I’m seemingly lost on a path well traveled
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Decisions rest on the swing of the gavel
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Existence for the chosen few I have shunned
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Now I’m searching for the remnants of what I have spun
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Cascade
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The V spits…
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What I’ve spun is between and betwixt
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The Mixlplx syndrome ? careen and exist
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A lone light shines caressing me cleverly
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Should I release and escape from the revery?
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I let loose and let the warmth take me in
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Now knowing where I go or where I‘ve been
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Cascade
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Crescendo & Cascade
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| Scrilla Vic |
