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| "Reality" 8/7/03 |
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| Feel it like your own life lies before you Sing when you lose it Fear and desire confuse it Feelings block reality Your reality is your feelings In an ironical kind of way The end of the beginning The beginning of the end Reality seduces your very thoughts A wandering mind can make you blind Is death the next adventure? Or is it pain of a different kind? Nobody will ever be able to tell us Another of reality's little games Pull that trigger And who dies? You or them? The mystical scenes of the unknown Never will we understand this thing that makes us see what we don't want But to lose things we do desire Is like throwing wood into a raging fire Ever burning Ever yearning for more Mystery is the key to your existence |