[Pre]
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These eyes, do you hide behind
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these cold blue eyes?
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I know I want to know
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This light, driven by the pale blue skies
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I go where to go
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Despised, and driven by
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these echoed eyes
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I know where to go
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A sign, written by
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these tear stained eyes
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I go do go
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blurred were my eyelines, hindering...
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-to touch omnio
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let me belong, eat me raw,
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suck me empty
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with your hungry claws-bring me light
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can you feel the tension?
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set me free from this sleep,
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leave me be to
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judge my own creation-bring me love
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and as I burned my fragile skin
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-touched omnio
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All this can not go on anymore,
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these thorns
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they tear me to pieces
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...
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The sign is given
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the sign is given
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I am illusioned
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...
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feed my lust and hunger-my addiction
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the thought of a
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naked appearance facing
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the rest of this world, left me in
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chaos-a prey without a common address
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drowning in salt - can do
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nothing at all
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I am left here begging for mercy...
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In this room; when I found images of
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poetry; I lost my deed, my shelter and
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my pain
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did they leave you unstained?
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you may swallow all my precious lies
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you may stay and you may follow me
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further down the thin and
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crumbling line
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I bleed for my loss and hunger
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-my addiction
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though the thought of a
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naked appearance
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leave in moments and words
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Can burdens relieve me from slumber
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in unpleasant worlds?
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Can the essence of bone regard me
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re-birth?
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[Bardo : Instrumental]
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[Post]
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These eyes, did I die behind these
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cold blue eyes? Did I know
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where to go?
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This light, eclipsed in a worn disguise
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did glow even though my cries were
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driven by
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those echoed lies No where to roam
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Open my eyes, enlightened
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the child that
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whispered bardo omnio
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Let me belong, eat me raw,
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suck me empty with
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your hungry claws-bring me light
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can you feel the tension burning?
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And the soundtrack of our lives,
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on an early April morning,
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may be able to re-define
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the standards of this restless emptiness...
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Carved out of velvet, draped in truth
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-to reach omnio
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Let me be strong, let me
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draw all the lines
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that fall upon the floor-bring me life
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let me feel electric tension
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now I'm greater, I am taller and a thousand times
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smaller
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From a ghost that told you where to go
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to a piece of flesh that need to know
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And as I turned my fragile skin
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-I reached omnio
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I have gathered bricks throughout a
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lifetime
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to build a house where I will live
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The door is where I write these words
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-and the window where I forgive
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Restlessly I searched hallway
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for the truth of yesterday
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But changes cast their ugly shadows
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-the basement is there host today
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is this the omnio
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I have been searching for?
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Omnio?
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In the Woods |