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In my dreams the world dissolves |
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And I'm absorbed into the fragments |
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Leading an army of ghosts |
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I conquer the strongholds of the sky |
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In my dreams I speak with a thousand voices |
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Of dimensions that don't exist |
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I show to the world what it is |
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And exceed the limits laid down |
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I am the source, pure and clear |
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From which magic pours |
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I transcend time and space |
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And embrace every corner of the world |
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The final spiritual objective: |
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Ultimate independence of the matter |
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How could human conceit ever reach this point? |
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Trapped in a cave with beautiful greyscale paintings on the wall |
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Wasting dreams on the outlined land, when this could be our haven |
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In my dreams I dream that I'm awake |
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And that my world of dreams dissolves |
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I show to the world what I am |
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And the limits become obsolete |
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Storms die at my feet |
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And light waves give in |
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Laws of nature are forced to collapse |
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As my will prevails |
