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[00:59.694]The great truth is there isn't one 
[01:05.773]And it only gets worse since that conclusion 
[01:12.723]The irony of being an extension to nothing 
[01:18.490]And the force of inertia is now a vital factor 
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[01:48.308]And there is despair underneath each and every action 
[01:55.170]Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness 
[02:01.225]Burning bridges becomes a habit to support 
[02:08.030]And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow 
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[02:38.000]I envy the maggots 
[02:43.911]Their stuff at least sticks together 
[02:49.630]Better than laudations of misinformed seers 
[02:55.312]And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with 
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[03:01.193]It's like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx 
[03:07.240]With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil 
[03:13.181]After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs 
[03:19.901]And I don't even remember which brink is which 
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[04:14.196]The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence 
[04:25.500]Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison 
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[05:00.200]And there is despair underneath each and every action 
[05:00.182]Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness 
[05:13.219]Burning bridges becomes a habit to support 
[05:19.918]And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow 
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[05:49.526]The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still 
[06:01.984]It's the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life 
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[06:38.026]There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind 
[06:49.836]As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others
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