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The turning of time makes the wonders grow small The turning of time is the
end of it all This has gone on far from my mind It's a blank dot pursuing
line To the just and temperate sane Remedy complicated way From and for the
linguistic fine There's a reason not to confide What you rule and what you
believe Start the bleeding...bleeding Believing all or nothing We are not in
supply The poet made us suffer The poet made us cry In darkness eyes will
open Hail to the force supreme Insightful words of wisdom Transforming
sorcery Remember tomorrow the promise to kill me Remember tomorrow you
promised to kill me Remember tomorrow the promise to kill me Remember
tomorrow you promised to kill me There's a cold dark union here It's a place
to rest all your fears With the soothing words of your past Make it faster
take it away In my mind there's three of a kind One for blindness holding me
down One is written, blunt and erase One is bleeding...bleeding Believing all
or nothing We are not in supply The poet made us suffer The poet made us cry
In darkness eyes will open Hail to the force supreme Insightful words of
wisdom Transforming sorcery Remember tomorrow the promise to kill me
Remember tomorrow you promised to kill me Remember tomorrow the promise to
kill me Remember tomorrow you promised to kill me It's a full circle heart
Now revealing this scar I'm foreseeing the end On the front I embark With
the strength of the words Now my faith has increased I set sail to the land
Where the soil is deceased I've been seen on the cross On the altars of gold
In the shape of a lie I am deep I am true From and for the linguistic fine
There's a reason not to confide What you rule and what you believe Start the
bleeding...bleeding Believing all or nothing We are not in supply The poet
made us suffer The poet made us cry In darkness eyes will open Hail to the
force supreme Insightful words of wisdom Transforming sorcery Remember
tomorrow the promise to kill me Remember tomorrow you promised to kill me
Remember tomorrow the promise to kill me Remember tomorrow you promised to
kill me