Old Days Born Anew

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    With the old days born anew
    A Massive gathering of onlookers
    Sending birds to shelter the shipwrecked
    With feathers of dust and wind
    Emerging from the fiery fields

    We're all being stepped on like insects
    A million minds weeping
    This boundless energy
    This synergy
    it's better contained

    We are so free
    And what a superb absence is our soul
    Desire is a liar
    Blueprint of mankind's weakness

    Absolute absolution
    Criticize criticism

    We are weighed down every moment
    By the merciless sensation of time
    This is an epidemy
    Without remedy
    It's better contained

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    Evolve, so free
    And what a superb absence is our soul
    Resolve this mirroring, wondering
    We believe in the signs

    Into the depths of the unknown
    Only there you will find something new

    What are you running from?
    Obsession? What are you running from?

    There are moments of existence
    When time and space are more profound
    And the awareness of existence
    Is immensely heightened

    This is the war of creation
    And time becomes a murderer
    Murderer!
    Bring me consolation
    Then we'll talk
    Inconsistent copy
    Abductor of every art form
    Eyes can't see what's beyond
    And the wind is silent

    So from the mould
    Scarlet and gold
    A bulb will rise
    A newborn
    Bring him consolation
    Then he will bless us
    Give him a Judas kiss and
    Face the consequence
    Eyes can't see what's beyond

    So long, my serenity
    Lost in a conversation
    Build these towers upside down
    Lost in this constellation
    And the wind is silent

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