| Tucked away behind a black hole
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| Inside the bleakness of dreaming
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| Obsessed with the ticking of my watch
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| Betrayed by the turning of your head
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| Lured by the shining of promise
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| Into a vortex of eternal tension
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| Unresolved, unresolving, resolute
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| I’m wrapped in the quilt of stars
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| And after all I keep on living
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| And after all I keep forgiving
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| I’ve seen where the stars go to die
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| Where truth is a serpent and justice a lie
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| This sickness was all it took
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| Even planets are suffering
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| From cauldrons of astral plane
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| Rising, intoxicating fumes
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| Filling myself with the ashes
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| Of an entire burning galaxy
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| Washing myself in the blood
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| Of a thousand, a thousand murdered kings
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| And after all I keep on living
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| And after all I keep forgiving
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| I’ve seen where the stars go to die
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| Where truth is a serpent and justice a lie
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| Three-headed rescuer passes us by
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| Blood never freezes and tears never dry
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| Seen through the eye of a needle
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| Spectrum, refracted eclipse
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| Spinning meaning from symbols and shapes
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| The great cosmic atrocity
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| In the mystery of intellect
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| In the writhings of chaos
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| Gravity picks its victims
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| All stories end too soon
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| And after all I keep on living
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| And after all I keep forgiving
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| I’ve seen where the stars go to die
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| Where truth is a serpent and justice a lie
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| Three-headed rescuer passes us by
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| Blood never freezes and tears never dry |