See him, who ariseth from these dreary waters
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What doth thy imagination tell thee?
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Those pale dim lights make all eternity end...
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... and who laugheth now?
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Sleep... it leads you right unto dimensions never seen
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Illusive dreamvisions, aeoms passing in a moment
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They all dwell therein, there where your second
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Sight's blinded and delight stands for pain
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Fragile existence disheartedly brought to
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Comdemned shell of torturous co-existence
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Men and insects, both with solus departed
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This cannot be
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Stop for a moment (please stop)
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Conceive, create and produce your own angels
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Demons of the same kind
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Anyone or anything you'd dare to trust
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Naturally, everything seems to be an absurd
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Absurd to a maximum extent
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However, please dream on and walk on
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The path you chose, what a jewel of
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Subterranea it hides?
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And is it jewel at all?
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One billion questions yet with no answer
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Dream a dream and go deeper deeper deeper!
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Deeper into time and space all created by yourself
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And now would please you go back to externality
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Tell me... can you see anything now?
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In these waters dark as hell itself probably is, (yes)
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Still the vision's recognizable...
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See him, who ariseth from these dreary waters
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What doth thy imagination tell thee?
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Those pale dim lights make all eternity end...
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... and who laugheth now?
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The Fragile Shades Of Grey
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| Rossomahaar |
