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Music: Sundin, Johansson, Henriksson
Words: Sundin
Still aliveall knowing eyebeneath your stream of wordsyour rapid stream of words
Though none willever live to sharethe radiant streatothe promised huesfrom which your picture fell
Re-seal the components from atom hearts
Revert, non-owner of worlds
As uncommunication becomes the manifestour alien, architectural skeletons in unison collapse
Death rode these silent caravansand steered them to the rim of the world.
Their diaries and withered lettersall devoted to the art of lying
The enterprise, academythe crafts held in our handsall devoted to the art of dying
No room to arrangethe final row of masksdrenched in chameleon-inkfor the grand charade
The tongues that burn in youthe slowly altered languagethat colonised your heartlandadvanced through broken doors
And they still believe you
They seem to seeso many thingshooked in your pestilent eye
Your stale lids, your iris puncturedby tongues licking a lie
The enterprise, wolvenlorethe cursed seed of manplunged through the tunnels of uncreation
We reach out to move the landmark,hands seeping down from the chronicles of time
The quill now bluntthe scribe devoured
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