i get flashes of reality quickly consumed
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in the fog of existence and the thoughts i exhumed
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are lost to the grasping fingers of understanding
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a dancing light on the edge of my sight
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that teases me through the futility of life
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and torments my slumbering mind into action
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this is not a lethal wait but it can be a kind of deception
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vanity is a heavy weight fuelled by a constant rejection
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no rational perception of the meaning sustained
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i have no pain to measure but the concept remains
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high and illusive a briefly glimpsed bright
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hall of awareness where my soul is in flight
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a strong evolution of humanity's ground
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a large inhalation of both meaning and sound
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based on a primitive urge of exploration
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this is not a lethal wait but it can be a kind of deception
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vanity is a heavy weight fuelled by a constant rejection
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they say that music is the window of the soul
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look through the frosted pane at the melody of my heart
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i am the dreamer yes i am the only one
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i have been victim of obsession from the start
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she came then to me in a cloud of tension
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disguised by perfume of lovers affection
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maintained a silence kind of rejection
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nervous of feelings she was just too scared to mention
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but i was staring deep into the lake of despondency
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nihilistic nightmare on which i've embarked
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my soul is exposed to the truth that is stark
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and no one can help me solving this rare conundrum
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but the world goes on spinning the sun comes again
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washes fear from my memory clears doubt from my brain
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the awesome eye sweeps past into the distance
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this is not a lethal wait but it can be a kind of deception
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vanity is a heavy weight fuelled by a constant rejection
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Lake Of Despond
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