"With whom shall I have this dialogue?
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The mad, the noble, the wit?
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The past lurks under layers of fog,
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Evolution's hall is unlit
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Thoughts and visions confuse,
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Mental wounds start to grow
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But the questions never reduce
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About the anonymous cosmic shadow"
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This demon keeps my conscious awake
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From sleep, rest and the calm
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Disillusioned I rinse my ache
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In the ocean's whispering psalm
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The ocean theory covers Earth,
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But I seek what has entire control
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What nature introduced the genesis birth?
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Known Deities? I curse 'em all
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I've set my sails for this odyssey
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To locate its mystic exile
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A crusade through the mind's liberty,
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Not a journey in nautical miles
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A voyage in science and fate
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To disrobe the acceleration from zero
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To dive into it and investigate,
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Terrifies even the bravest hero
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In the corridors of time we're sons,
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Entrapped in lonely spaces
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But star dusted electrons
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Are my kinsmen, just with odd faces
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Still fantasies unveil their sloids,
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When patience turns to fear
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To examine the darkest, coldest voids
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For the hiding engineer
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But our past is still our present
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If we can't the knowledge rift over-span
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An eternal transformation is what the matrix represents,
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Like the child is father to the man
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"Some hide their confusion behind a religious mask,
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Like puppet thespians in "God's" masquerade
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'Cause the blur grows for every time we ask,
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What generates the spherical parade?"
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Matrix Odyssey
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