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Gentle storm, thundering silence |
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Inferior force, uncontrolled calm |
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Vital unlife, logic, chaos, logic |
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The tone of which his birth ascend |
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The beat that of a heart descend |
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Repeating in the infinite |
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An insight made it clear |
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Order stormed the surface |
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Where chaos set the norm |
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Had there always been balance? |
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...Surely not |
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Therein lies the beauty |
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It was solid |
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Yet everchanging |
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It was different |
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Yet the same |
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So I starve myself for energy |
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The song around his soul will bend |
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The notes that in this hole will melt |
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Crawl out of science |
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A dreamland if you dare |
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Disorder clawed the boundaries |
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We're ordered to stand clear |
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Was it always different |
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...Never the same? |
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Therein lies the beauty |
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It was solid |
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Yet everchanging |
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It was different |
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Yet the same |
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So I starve myself for Energy |
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As there was no witnesses |
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There was nothing to be told |
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As nothing could be grasped |
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The story could unfold |
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Superimposed on the elements of anger |
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Fear, anxiety | hate | despair | remorse |
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So break from all that fear hold fast |
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Exposed, now turn to all you lack |
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Let echoes be the answers |
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Return from all the screams |
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Wordless now the last attack |
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So silent it hurts to listen |
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Was it always solid |
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To never change? |
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Therein lies the beauty |
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It was solid... |
