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Lyrics
Day has run and night's embrace steels in, and robs the senses yet lets the dream-web spin.
Then I'm drifting, looking down on all below, living, dying, living letting go.
Pushing onward out across this dream. Making sense of what I'm meant to be.
Touching in and out and in between. Chasing things that once were chasing me.
And falling, spinning, my childhood I relive. Father scorns, but mother's love forgives.
And like that mythic son, I slay the man, for his breath befouls and his life decays what it can.
This done, I turn and see those known now dead, who grieve for what they should have done and said.
And flying enraged, I bring the world to flames, for my death will sour without mankind in its grave.
Looking down on those below and they've seen this dream, and like religious beasts
they cower in fear for they know not what it means. Thus their imagination run rabid, accusing
with feigned, pathetic schemes. And of all I've seen, both awake and in dreams
they remain, ever unchanged, ever obscene.
So onward Tarot fool, you will not fall, for I the King of Swords do make the law.
And all that lives below looks up to see, the one above who warns the hordes take heed.
Pushing onward out across the dark. Fearing not of going out too far.
Seeking out the one who calls me back. To find 'tis I who calls myself to task.
Looking down I see the throngs too long deceived, and finding truth therein they rise to follow me.
And I will teach, for I have learned the wise mentor's creed, to never bow, kneel, beg or pray.
To expose the lies that keeps the mind in chains.
To live the way that that logic dictates: principia non homines.
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