| «With whom shall I have this dialogue?
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| The mad, the noble, the wit?
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| The past lurks under layers of fog
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| Evolution’s hall is unlit
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| Thoughts and visions confuse
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| Mental wounds start to grow
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| But the questions never reduce
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| About the anonymous cosmic shadow"
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| This demon keeps my conscious awake
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| From sleep, rest and the calm
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| Disillusioned I rinse my ache
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| In the ocean’s whispering psalm
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| The ocean theory covers Earth
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| But I seek what has entire control
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| What nature introduced the genesis birth?
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| Known Deities? |
| I curse 'em all
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| I’ve set my sails for this odyssey
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| To locate its mystic exile
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| A crusade through the mind’s liberty
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| Not a journey in nautical miles
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| A voyage in science and fate
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| To disrobe the acceleration from zero
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| To dive into it and investigate
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| Terrifies even the bravest hero
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| In the corridors of time we’re sons
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| Entrapped in lonely spaces
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| But star dusted electrons
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| Are my kinsmen, just with odd faces
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| Still fantasies unveil their sloids
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| When patience turns to fear
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| To examine the darkest, coldest voids
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| For the hiding engineer
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| But our past is still our present
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| If we can’t the knowledge rift over-span
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| An eternal transformation is what the matrix represents
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| Like the child is father to the man
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| «Some hide their confusion behind a religious mask
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| Like puppet thespians in „God's“ masquerade
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| 'Cause the blur grows for every time we ask
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| What generates the spherical parade?» |