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Deaf! Infinite's ear calling
Back! Into The chamber turning
My soul! Within me burning

Echoes! Of the vilest disorder
Forms! Discordant I can't recover
Tears! That drip all over

We, like infants descend
In our shadows, on the earth
Like a weak, mortal birth
My eyes, more and more
Like a sea without shore
Continue expanding
The heavens commanding...

Could I but be consumed
And pass from time's memory
Into the emptiness of nowhere

“The dead so soon grow cold”
Now I will arise and strip me of time and space

I must create a system
Or be enslaved by another man's
I will not reason and compare
My business is to create...

With bricks of shame
Built with bricks of shame

[Repeat first verse]

Eternity rolled wide apart
At the end of our path

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