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- Astral
Black long
Thin fingers
Creeping nois less
To your head.
Toutching tired
And dusty eyes,
Collect debris
Of broken mind.
- Finding reality...
Finding reality
To die and born again
Destructing of everything
Is only way to gain
In you own hands
Thousend worlds
To brake it and create again
To refuse all their lords
- The Time
Strong webs of the time
Follow you and making crime
Telling foolish strategies
Breaking all the fantasis
Just say how much it costs
Dreams no more but empty gosts
Astral stars can shine no more