| It’s the time of the day when I lay down to rest
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| To impressions of the day digest
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| But thoughts of my existence emerge
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| Who am I and why am I?
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| My consciousness can’t be purged
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| Until a soothing breeze is putting me to sleep
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| I fall through endless depths
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| My dreams awake, they’re taking over
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| Take me on a journey within
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| I see myself and I see my world
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| I meet people from my past
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| But can’t remember where they’re from
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| They stare at me with hollow eyes
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| Still disappointment therein lies
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| I see nations birth and death
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| One thousand human lives
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| Begin and end
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| I see new religions are born
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| And they fall into oblivio
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| I witness the births of worlds
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| And the old ones wither away
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| New universes are created in storms of fire
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| The old ones are crushed inside black holes
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| I see my old life fading away
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| And a new one is about to begin
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| I see water sprig
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| From the well of truth
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| People congregate
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| With will to eternal wisdom obtain
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| Those with false hearts
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| That taste the water change form
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| To trembling vile creatures with their insides out
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| The others are reborn as gods
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| At the very back of the swarming crowds
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| I see my tense face, I’m eager with fear
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| I desire to know but I fear the same fate
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| The one of others that I just beheld
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| When monsters with false hearts have expired
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| And the new gods are sent to conquer the world
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| As the last one I stand alone by the well
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| With fear I put out my hands
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| To finally taste the truth about me
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| With uncertainty I awake from my dream
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| What would have happened and who am I?
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| I seek but can not find the well of truth
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| And struggle therefore through my life
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| With fear and eagerness
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| To godhood or complete demise |