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- Let us dream of consciousness,
- Never waking from these dreams,
- Never knowing what truth is,
- Ripping away at reality's seams.
- Never, never again living out this fucking trend.
- Inside never feeling calm,
- So I sing my final psalm.
Let us dream of consciousness,
- To discover meaningless,
- Or to find we're meaningless,
- Wanting to know my awareness.
- Never, never again living out this fucking trend.
- Inside never feeling calm,
- So I say my final psalm.
What I feel from my inner power,
Says now it's my wakening hour.
All is sorrow trying to sleep
With the pain in my head I'll always keep.
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Let us dream of consciousness,
Born again with no refuge.
We should never know such pain as this,
With wounds in my side I try to refuse.
- Never, never again living out this fucking trend.
- Inside never feeling calm,
- So I pray my final psalm.
What I feel from my inner power,
Says now it's my wakening hour.
All is sorrow trying to sleep
With the pain in my head I'll always keep.
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And they take from me,
Never can my soul be free.
And they steal from me,
I'll never know how it feels to be.
So now I sing their final psalm,
All they knew and said was wrong.
Now I sing their final psalm,
To stay awake I must stay strong.
This was the first song we ever sat
down and all wrote together, a favorite at our shows.
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