Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Pick a card, any card
They'll remember articles but not the face
That put the words into existence.
I grasp at straws to become the power
I feel beating in my chest, but succeed
Only in completing my daily work.
Frustrated, I ruin it all and turn myself
Into the flowing breeze and just let myself
Sail away gently into the folds of time.
It doesn't matter that I could be on my way to
Paradise or purgatory.
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That put the words into existence.
I grasp at straws to become the power
I feel beating in my chest, but succeed
Only in completing my daily work.
Frustrated, I ruin it all and turn myself
Into the flowing breeze and just let myself
Sail away gently into the folds of time.
It doesn't matter that I could be on my way to
Paradise or purgatory.
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Pick a card, any card
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