In the blackest of light
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You try to sell the sooth, you try to turn me on
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And undercover at night
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In times of ill refute they play a distant song
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When there's a sudden surprise
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And they're not trying to be ruthless, they want to belong
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Oh, will they ever produce this
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Malevolent stranger devoid of wrong
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And still it rolls along
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Forever facing the sun
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Let the suicide of music take control
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Oh, we would hope to remove
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Of all the dying in twos and the drifting in nines
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Time to open your eyes
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And see the fading of truth by the growing of lies
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So if you ever could choose
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Between the valley and kingdom your faith shall rise
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And still it turns the time
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Bereathed in burning fires
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A plasmic herald sinks alone and cries
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"Let bleed the nectars of devotion"
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Beneath the earth still lies phantasmic emerald paradises
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Come cosmic thunder, sip the potion
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Let the suicide of music take control
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As the carrier infuses to your soul
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Bereathed in burning fires
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A plasmic herald sinks alone and cries
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"Let bleed the nectars of devotion"
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Beneath the earth still lies phantasmic emerald paradises
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Come cosmic thunder, sip the potion
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Let the suicide of music take control
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As the carrier infuses to your soul
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Phantasmagore
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