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Seeking the peace of reason,
Shaping up peace last season,
Reason to keep believing,
Waking the beast - stop sleeping.
I know this destiny: you're caught in a trance and the mockings [aren't a kind of?] dream, no sign of advance, you see.
The mortal coil we serve is taut like a spring; step back, just step, two-step, just step, one-two-three.
Our world's a fantasy, no more than a test, and the feeding off the fallacy creating this mess deep down.
Inside this bleak machine with all of the rats, break free, [two things? two fangs? two something?] electricity.
Try turning up the volume,
Try turning on those [old ways?],
No time enough tomorrow,
[Foe turning?] let your journey begin!
Twenty-two seconds testing,
Fragments in one direction,
Celestial noise detected,
The million unsuspecting,
Standing to live to reason,
Time in the [near-far?] deepens,
Condition's begun [???],
Send 'em to plea to listen.
I know this destiny: alone in a trance, no escaping from this waking dream, no hope for advance, you see.
The mortal coil we serve is naught but a spring; unwind, too slow, too quick, to what you believe.
Your world's a fantasy, you failed the test, ever forging all-new fallacies creating more misdirects.
Move through this big machine with all of the rest--d/c! Dying, dying! Electricity!
Falling back right into the system,
Falling back on our own two legs.
We're falling back right out of the system,
Means falling back right into this space.
Yes, falling back right in with the system.
[???] falling gradually.
But falling back is better than [???]
Falling back into pieces again.
Sounds that we've been breathing,
Memory wipe and bleeding,
Everything deleting,
Radicals flow and freeing,
Energy slowly seeping,
Suspending all disbelief in
Synergy with our being.
Set off his[its?] fire and free him[them?].
--loop-