I forgot how I found myself
Stranded in a swamp of insolence
In search for the keys of our cause and purpose
Lost in a prison without death
Hollow and beaten
Chimneys
Blown by weakness to dwell
As I plunge in the midst of cautiousness
Nothing is a pain in the precious
Strangled by an unavoidable case
I kept defending until I found a threat
Until I reached the bottom of the maze
Until I reached the bottom of the maze
We are a grace suspended on sight
Abandoned at the mercy of events
We're debauched with the closest of scissors
Even we lose ourselves in decorance
We'll give up our sight
But a clown never is a saint
We're debauched with the closest of scissors


To discover that there is no substance
To witness the ancient contract
Into a lens and feel the next thing
No sign that's the truth
No sign that's the truth
The fragments of our existence are confused
Themselves within
Our defended mirroring
Justice is a scene
Of apparition reflected
From one to another
All of the decisions
They turn to one with the light
The breath of the sun that will never end
I merge with the surfaces
That have forced through all of me
The never ending mind of nothing
Until I reached the bottom of the maze
Until I reached the bottom of the maze
The fragment of condensed 거짓
All of this, all of it

Abandon the dimension of events As they fall with the forces of sinners
If we lose ourselves in decorum We'll give up our sight by the cloud that brings us down
If we lose ourselves in decorum We'll give up our sight by the cloud that brings us down
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