pointed in the distance Son's silicone filled brain lost his chip and he was lost The temple of intellectual abilities is a telemarketed temple Poured by the web of the great
At dawn the mist leaves The fields of battle unveil the hallowed profaned Under heaven man believes he will be saved, heaven failed Amongst suffering
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Afraid of closer empty rooms And parting with it also in euphoria The danger is to feel too soon The taste of anger, imagine it fools you Afraid of
It seems endless this time I breathe for something but illusion And so it stops to fear To blindness reveals a lack Senses for time lost in mind Anger
Standing breathless upon a sea of faces Wondering the forthcoming present The dreams were never so real, so cold And the elements whirling in infernal
Along my way I passed through the marshes Along their swampy edges I crossed the rivulet The frog, the island, and the dowser stood before me Damned!
In illuminating gravity of flashlights and of glimmer The foreground will be filled with poison In elevating hated in terror and in constant tale The
With my mind I opened the circle And enter the unknown An efficient experience in evolution Closed to life in the false term Reactive to the strange
