Late hours, in the bleak flourocent light, a glimpse of the future.
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Icarus succeds, the laboratory's cleansing, quiet calm.
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Reality seems far away and drifting further.
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[Chorus]
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I lie to hide from my pain, sickened, weakened, frightened one.
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I tried to be the master of gravity, but I came down with a smash of
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reality.
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Long hours of experiments on my body, an attemt to shake the history of
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science.
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[Chorus]
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I lie to hide from my pain, sickened, weakened, frightened one.
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I tried to be the master of gravity, but I came down with a smash of
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reality.
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Lost... in my fictionary mind, a freak to the world and my wings has been cut.
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My wings has been cut!
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[Chorus x2]
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I lie to hide from my pain, sickened, weakened, frightened one.
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I tried to be the master of gravity, but I came down with a smash of
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reality.
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Master Of Gravity
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| Arise |
