[I. INNOCENCE]
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[Instrumental]
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[II. COLD DAZE]
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The coldness of confusion
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hangs in the morning air as
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Brazen bells ring reality
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To announce the conqueror dawn
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Removed from nights fleeting trance
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Plunged headlong into cold days
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Where in a circle we wander
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The barren wastes of our pasts.
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[III. DAYLIGHT DREAMERS]
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Daylight dreamers awaken on
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Deserts of desperation
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Lonely lives learn to live on
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Islands of isolation.
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Surrounded by violent oceans
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of hate and hopeless sorrows
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Daylight dreamers envision
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tranquil seas in safe tomorrows.
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Dreaming through the darkened day
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Along tempest torn strands
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Desperately grasping the grains
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of hope that flit through our hands
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As they fall we tighten our hold
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While the waves claim the final few
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taken without ceremony
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They drift out of view.
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Washed away with the tides of time
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Slipped through our fingers as dreams do.
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[IV. Quietus]
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From sleeping visions
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Daily were torn
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In waking hours
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Hopes our forlorn.
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Is all we do and all we dream
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doomed to drown in a hopeless stream?
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Wishing life were made of lasting visions
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in eternal sleep
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And if that rest were filled with sorrow
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still we'd sleep.
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In the madness of a silent eternity
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We'd find solace in
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False visions that protect us
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from reality.
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Enter ivory gates through midnight skies
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Daylight dreamers in private parades
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Perform before perpetual dawn
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As dusk engulfs the gate of horn.
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Ivory towers appear beyond the gate
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Invisible fortresses of escape
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Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears
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Impervious to reality.
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[V. Ivory Tower]
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Behind sullen doors
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Untouched within
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Sale from summer storms
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and winter winds
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Relentless tempests
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Can weaken walls
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Towers falter when
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reality calls.
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Untouchable by all without
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Lost in the silken web youth may weave
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Tangled threads seem a stronghold
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But illusions can deceive
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A cold daze plagues the air
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Driven by aging winds
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The walls give way to the rush
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and let reality.
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[VI. Whispers on the wind]
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Misty morning on windswept plain
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Embers of a fortress all that remain.
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The seeds of life that burned within
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have flown like whispers on the wind.
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From the sleepers world
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I look toward darkening skys.
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Through the violet haze of summer storms
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The sun leaves tired eyes.
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[VII. Acquiescence]
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Betrayed by innocence
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Deceived by delusions
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Plagiarized promises
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Pale into empty hopes.
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Ivory towers bow down
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In reverence to daylight
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As dreamers awaken
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In sleepers somber shade.
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Ocean Waves shift leaving
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only memories.
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Final traces of hope
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are swallowed in the deep.
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Despair sends a certain calm
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A vague sense of relief
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released from all our longings
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Silently we'll sleep.
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Hope leads to quiet desperation
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When reality obscures the dream
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Makes the mind a grave of memories
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That wander like the lonely breeze
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Whose whispers echo through ruins rust
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of towers torn and dreams turned to dust.
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[VIII. Retrospect]
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[Instrumental]
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The Ivory Gate Of Dreams
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Fates Warning |