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Paradise Lost - Hand of reason
I speak of people whose game is disguise
The myth of flavour appers with no sign
Cause i see it coming like a long lost friend
A temple of rubble, the low and blind betray
Inane, the pleasures that leave a sorry state
You?re told of treasures, indulgence cannot wait
But wait for tomorrow and steal some sanity
Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them back
As i now fall... fall into deprivation
Fall... fallen there?s still tomorrow
Love hides the things you?ll never know
A lack of reason that makes a mortal man
Untold the treason, the past where it began
Cause i see horror, horror to think about
Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them back
As is see the blood, blood on the hands of reason
Blood, bloody the hands that lead me
Love for the ones you cannot know
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