| Somnia cum clamoribus
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| Linquite corda plena pavoris
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| Videte pompam horroris
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| Paries scaenae perditorum
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| Within the corners of a waking mind
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| Awaiting the count
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| Distant dreams are not too far behind
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| It is the architect of light
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| That’s shown in the night
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| A passage through a sleeping mind’s myriad dreams
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| Somnia cum clamoribus
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| Linquite corda plena pavoris
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| Videte pompam horroris
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| Paries scaenae damnatorum
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| Forever guided by the great design
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| In moon rise we drown
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| Crystal circles will create a sign
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| Tangled streams of endless energy
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| Unseen enemies
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| A mosaic of insanity a million fears
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| Approximate the minds debate
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| In the night your eyes are blind
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| The wicked beasts are well disguised
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| My inner wounds will never heal
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| The dark of night has now arrived
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| Within the corners of my life
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| Lift up the shadows of the heart
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| Prepare for what your eyes will see
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| What we cannot see
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| We should not believe
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| What lies beneath the gravity
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| We all see the architect of light
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| That pulls you down
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| What we cannot hear
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| We no longer fear
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| Nothing is ever what it seems
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| We all see the architect of light
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| That pulls you down
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| As now devotion will unfold
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| Take in the fear of truth untold
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| And now the diamonds are aligned
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| We’ll wear jewels of the night
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| Approximate the minds debate
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| In the night your eyes are blind
|
| The wicked beasts are well disguised
|
| My inner wounds will never heal
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| The dark of night has now arrived
|
| Within the corners of my life
|
| Lift up the shadows of the heart
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| Prepare for what your eyes will see
|
| What we cannot see
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| We should not believe
|
| What lies beneath the gravity
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| We all see the architect of light
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| That pulls you down
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| What we cannot hear
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| We no longer fear
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| Nothing is ever what it seems
|
| We all see the architect of light
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| What we cannot see
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| We should not believe
|
| What lies beneath the gravity
|
| We all see the architect of light
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| It pulls you down
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| What we cannot hear
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| We no longer fear
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| Nothing is ever what it seems
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| We all see the architect of light
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| That pulls you down |