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On the eve of destruction |
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Desolation, and extinction. |
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Change and continuity |
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The holy grail of the truth |
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It took a long time for us to get here |
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Words that are steps to where something else could be |
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Something more important than you |
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And what you think. |
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This offering swells deep within |
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The house of life |
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We are left to lament with this blessing. |
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A thought, the light in the womb of the storm, |
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Clenched within the palm of life. |
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Coming up empty; clouded riding on the chariot of loss... |
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The words wealth... self consumed redemption. |
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We are in awe. |
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We are rich and in love with ourselves |
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Tearing open your chest to hide in your, your ribcage. |
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Passing through your veins |
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In ways of word and phrase. |
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Confined by what can't occur in our mind |
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But wait |
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None of this is real |
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None of this was ever real. |