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To the edge of shadows, we race
Into gilded realities frayed by electric intellect

We creep silently into oblivion's arms
We wade through the black seas of eons, extinct

Washing thoughts of unpure hearts 
From our tired and ruined hands

Feel it drain into sleep, deep into the night
We pass through the veils of the coming Cascade

We cut our eyes on jagged imagery
We open our veins to nightmare's insane

Quite cryptic realms of unwanted tortured sleep
Bleed our engines of illusory idols

Tremble at the thought
Stumble at the precipice

Surrendering to the shadow's edge
It cuts sharp and deep, profane

Destroys it clean and neat, purifies it
Holy and sacred, deranged

As humanity slips away we fly, past the crystal sky 
Into sweet oblivion's bitter heart of gold, we roll

Emeralds are sold for an animal's intellectual soul
We stumble onto the shadow's jagged frame

We watch darkness slide from fragile hands
To the edge of shadows, we are immaculate

Into gilded realities frayed by electric intellect
We drift silently into oblivion's arms

Wading through the black seas of extinct eons
As we wash thoughts of unpure hearts 

From tired and ruined hands, craft
Humanities distant oblivion's Art.

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