A simple superstition about what it means to exist, like being suspended in oceanic levitation, between reality and this intermittent revelation of what remains of us.
The third eye doesn´t lie, everyone is falling apart, searching absolution while I´m searching lights in the dark.
See a part of absolute chaos and wake up before it’s too late, try to run far away when the world is so close to breaking.
The purge is near. The purge is near.
She believes blindly in me, we are pawns to her plan, she abducted me to see the uncertain direction.
She takes my breath to be a part of your nature.
Hold my heart to see through your eyes this new creation.
Do you still have trust in this humanity?
Let it drown so deep in your own mind so we can survive.
The purge is near, I can see the new life born from debris of this world of impurity, trust in me, trust in me.
Ethereal mist, numb the pain in me, bring your apathy, the prophecy is real.
A simple superstition about what it means to exist, like being suspended in oceanic levitation, between reality and this intermittent revelation of what remains of us.
The third eye doesn´t lie everyone is falling apart, dying for absolution while I´m searching lights in the dark.
Our destiny is becoming so real, see through the surface while silence becomes the new fear.
Trust in me.
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