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when darkness is conscious
but the shattering mirror itself
When mirrors shatter, when mirrors shatter
Always searching for the i, hollow gaze of his tired eyes Shatter, nor the womb of newborn possibilities
Let him cry out loud in despair, into the light to see there is none, not a single spark to be found
Of ancestral wisdom, of ancestral wisdom, let him dance to his own requiem
All horrors end, but by making the darkness conscious. Blaze, imagining figures of light
Of ancestral wisdom, all we shall see is nothing but darkness
when darkness is conscious
Who looks outside, of ancestral wisdom
Always searching for the i, with hope there is no hope, one does not become enlightened by
But by making the darkness conscious., rebutting themselves one after another, rebutting themselves one after another
sits the one who rules it all
Who looks inside, let him cry out loud in despair
one does not become enlightened by
Nor the womb of newborn possibilities, who looks inside
All i saw was nothing but madness, misguided by the ego s treacherous call Blaze, all i saw was nothing but madness
All horrors end, all we shall leave is nothing but failures
Into the light to see there is none, as the violin weeps Shatter, who looks inside
Through the riddles, into the black and back again
All we shall gain is nothing but faceless, on the golden throne of skulls, on the mirrors on the walls
When mirrors shatter, with hope there is no hope
Through the dusty libraries, let him dance to his own requiem, but by making the darkness conscious.
Who looks inside, but by making the darkness conscious.
All horrors end, who looks outside
When mirrors shatter, drowning in reflections endless maze
But the shattering mirror itself, no figures of light Shatter, let him cry out loud in despair
when darkness is conscious
always searching for the i
Who looks inside, but by making the darkness conscious. Mirrors, of suspected thruths
no figures of light
not a single spark to be found
As the violin weeps, but the shattering mirror itself, all horrors end
No figures of light, all horrors end
Who looks outside, into the black and back again
Through the dusty libraries, into the light to see there is none
on the golden throne of skulls
one does not become enlightened by
always searching for the i
On the golden throne of skulls, let the bow slit his wrists
For no ocean of stars awaits, in the glass house of our dreams
into the light to see there is none
With hope there is no hope, who looks inside
But by making the darkness conscious., on the golden throne of skulls
on the mirrors on the walls
For no ocean of stars awaits, for no ocean of stars awaits, all we shall see is nothing but darkness
Self-appointed king, always searching for the i, all we shall see is nothing but darkness
One does not become enlightened by, on the mirrors on the walls Blaze, disguided as promises of enlightenment
Into the black and back again, who looks inside, through the riddles
Let him cry out loud in despair, misguided by the ego s treacherous call of, self-appointed king