In those days of old they ask for enlightenment
To seek their redeemer to save their hide
Unleashing their part into play
To this day we will never comprehend
Here is the deceiver who came into being
Like a clock his mind kept working
To make a living out of prophecy
And to this day they follow
Do you ever realize your ways of existence?
Made from the mind and into naught
This is the moment you will not recognize
A tribute of the thoughtless
When will you ever know?
What you’re doing is nothing but a lie
This is the time you’re in for now
When nothing is what it seem
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