A shadow of control that penetrates so deeply secretly
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No glimmer of life in your sullen eyes unchanging condemning
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Fixated upon the falling wish naively thrown skyward
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A crown upon the head that's resting infinitely
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Created the birth fear death and disease
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Philosophize the truth away and then in kind this fear can still exist
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Sleeping under control of the new abomination
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The pawns all placed in seclusion motionless stalemated
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A valiant effort your failure resigned to stagnation
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Opposition-less thoughts over thrown
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A king has fallen shame takes it's form
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All the while curses return ten fold
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The king left broken crown left in servitude serenity will not be found
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Philosophize the truth away and then in kind this fear can still exist
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Sleeping under control of the new abomination
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Shame takes form
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All eyes turn away in horror
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I can see it still
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Patience patience the sleeping throne will awake
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Patience or suffer this alone it's your funeral
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All the reverence unwanted still born
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A crown upon the head that's resting infinitely
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Created the birth fear death and disease
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Serenity will not be found
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The new abomination that plants the seed of atrocity
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Every eye will bow under this quickening
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The Sleeping Throne
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