| The blaze of a dying sun, lighting up the skies
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| An extinction watched from behind a two-way mirror
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| Broken source of energy rebuilt
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| Piercing through the multiple shields
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| I cannot see, nor can I hear
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| Senses blocked, as I am trying to get back
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| If I set free the change I fear
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| Will I be thrown off the track?
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| On the razor’s edge of fate, wielding the scepter
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| The beast does not change and the beast is hungry
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| A scent beyond the compass of the human mind
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| Here where the limits are indefinite
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| And reason is on a hiding to nothing
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| I cannot see, nor can I hear
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| Senses blocked, as I am trying to get back
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| If I set free the change I fear
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| Will I be thrown off the track?
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| On the razor’s edge of fate, wielding the scepter
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| Tried to turn away from the truth denied
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| When the enemy is your will deified
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| Torn inside all through
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| Phasing out of loss, constraint and despair
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| Like a closing wound, yet beyond repair
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| This tide is running strong
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| Phasing out the chapter
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| The now is where you belong
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| Awaiting ever so long
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| This tide is running strong
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| I cannot see, nor can I hear
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| Senses blocked, as I am trying to get back
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| If I set free the change I fear
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| Will I be thrown off the track?
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| On the razor’s edge of fate, wielding the scepter |