| Once I stated going the path I chose
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| Nothing seemed real, and nothing seemed impossible
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| I gathered the tools they gave me
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| I summoned all grudge and hatred and grief
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| Going down, way down, to see:
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| The sorrows, the demons, deep regrets and sins
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| I felt this, I was the son of magic of power of will to create
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| So I built all the dukedoms black, thus spoke the nightspirit
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| This fire that burned in the heart
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| This freezing moon allegiance
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| Mother North I commenced
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| Crying wolves
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| Speak the gospel of disease
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| Against the sun, across the mirrors, throughout the space
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| I made it all clear and selfish statement
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| I am what I do, will you follow me?
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| Now you see this my reflection of yours
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| You’re observing it defenceless
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| The adherence is far beyond intention
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| I didn’t want you to compromise your will
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| I didn’t let you in, that’s not your promised land
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| And the vision and the might and your insight and the light
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| That shines through these stained glass windows in this cell
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| They will never be your guide, they’re here for me to hide
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| From all I was too weak to fight elsewhere
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| I don’t want to leave you with nothing
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| But I’m afraid I have to say:
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| It went too far to accept it
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| Get away from my fairy tale
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| Take your toys and move away
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| Gather your dreams, forget them all
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| Before you end up like me
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| You don’t want to end up like me |