Into oceans of false existence, we all drift away.
The true essence of time is fragile, but my dreams do never die.
Anxious to reach the bottom, a bottom that does't exist.
Time is like the flames of fire.
It's eating all in its way wither and fall into the abyss of time.
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Into oceans of false existence, we all drift away.
The true essence of time is fragile, but my dreams do never die.
Anxious to reach the bottom, a bottom that does't exist.
Time is like the flames of fire.
It's eating all in its way wither and fall into the abyss of time.
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