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Enter the realm of hypocrisy

Enter the realm of self-deceit

Enter the realm of dead kings

Enter the realm of self-torture

Enter

Shining thrones and dead kings rule your dying brain

From fragments of memories you build your system again

This is my dark ride

I hate you Memory Breed

Is this my real world?

I hear your anthem

It hides you, protects you from your maddening nothingness

It's a spiral in the dark, it's horror and endless

This is my dark ride

I hate you Memory Breed

Is this my world?

I hear your anthem

In fear of nothing

Our life's deceit

We are the measure

The memory Breed

In fear of void

our life is greed

We are the measure

The memory breed

Within the realm of hypocrisy

Within the realm of self-deceit

Within the realm of dead kings

Within the realm of self-torture

"He thus consumed unthinkingly, apace,

As maggots in a cheese, and warm and fed,

Had time to seek adventure, poesy,

In wondrous visions of his idle thought."

After thousands of years, the philosophy ends

You're still hungry, still thirsty, your seed's unsatisfied

Your mind is a black diamond

It elevates you in death

Our life's deceit...