The war of perceptions, The battle in my brains, A weird apparition At my memory's cradle. A carnival feast in the middle of graveyard, A world savior wrapped in laurels and crucified, A line of kids dropping down into A blear existence one by one One by one. The war of perceptions, The battle in my brains, I'm flower that grows From the cruel bloody soil. I saw the land which cried for living, I heard the music of spheres beyond life. Here fear is bourn, here passion is found. Feels like I'm dropped in the back of beyond, Back of beyond. The war of perceptions, The battle in my brains, A weird apparition At my memory's cradle. I wish I were music In the bottom of depth, I'd purely flow up, Relying on Almighty death Almighty death Almighty death
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