| Every day, every second we die
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| I feel time running but I m suspended
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| As a star in the celestial vault, fixed but changing, trapped
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| Suspended in a twilight season when thoughts become elusive
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| Nothingness spread as plague
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| Orb of light, give me reason to live
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| For I know the things I see are fake
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| I m on the edge of abyss
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| I must make a choice
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| Diving or moving away to break the paradoxal cycle
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| Can I, can I?
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| Suspended in a twilight season, season of doubt
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| Desolate, desolate, region
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| Where sanity faith and pride seem to vanish
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| Inside silence there s an echo
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| I can hear voice whispering
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| Saying: why am I I?
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| As unique spectator
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| Where are illusions
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| A fate s singularity out of control
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| Dare I cut the Gordian knot
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| As unique spectator I look at the world
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| Inside silence there s an echo
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| I can hear voice whispering
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| Diving or moving away to break the paradoxal cycle
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| Can I, can I?
|
| Suspended in a twilight season, season of doubt
|
| Desolate, desolate, region
|
| Inside silence there s an echo
|
| I can hear voice whispering
|
| Saying: why am I I?
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| As unique spectator
|
| Where are illusions
|
| A fate s singularity out of control
|
| Dare I cut the Gordian knot
|
| As unique spectator I look at the world
|
| Inside silence there s an echo
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| I can hear voice whispering
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| I look at the world
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| Inside, but outside |