[GODS:]</i> Harmony must be seen before disharmony can be felt. Let her feel and
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form all fragments of the material world. She will seem to be a goddess,
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without knowing that she is an actress.
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[SHE:]
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Struck to the ground, senses are unbound
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My red hands, burning into the earth
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Every spect of dust radiates from me
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[Chorus:]
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Colour of all matter
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Turns red in me
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And I shine upon all life
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I desecrate chaos of my mind
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Seeing through a simple world
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Bodies built of dust, not soul
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The sleeper, the reflective, all the lost people
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They are sleepwalkers in my dream
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I am a goddess, I inhaled harmony
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I exhale and the world gives in on me
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[Chorus]
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We are all without soul
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A Spectre Of Dust
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| Sinphonia |
