[Words: Tor Magne, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel]
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Again I stare
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Without really being able to
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-Illusions
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The verity terrifies
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The dreams, the lies I deify
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In despair I fail to understand
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Whether the dreams create the scruples
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Or the other way around
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As the eyes begin to sting
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I am swallowed by an abstract state
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The spirit of indifference is here
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Apathetic, searching
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The sorrow feels preposterous
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Within this psychotic chaos
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The will smoothers
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With the spew from the past
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Weakened I dry out the faith
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And then kiss its forehead
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Uncertain
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Slavering
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This inner desperation is sort of religious
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(Apocalyptic)
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No clammy hands can alter me
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My God
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Alleviate the many distressed
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I firmly proclaim
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Hand out the water to those who thirst
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Revival
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| Lengsel |
