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He had a disposition of a suicide, his course was a different world

He set out into icy waters on a journey out

And when the body came out, it saw us

And when the body understood, it heard this:

Y.R.U.L.I’VE?

He had a disposition of a suicide, his course was a different world

At full moon at an agreed hint he drank the poison

And when the soul had flown away, it had seen us

And when the soul understood, it heard this:

Y.R.U.L.I’VE?

Like a white crow fly more far and higher, where the flock of the black ones does not fly

Like a black sheep run to the distances, where the herd of the white ones does not run

Search for dreams in the forbidden books, in which nobody else searches

Think how you answer when I ask you Y.R.U.L.I’VE?

He had a disposition of a suicide and an unfulfilled dream

To take a header out of a thirteenth floor’s window

And being drawn by the earth’s gravity away from stars he saw us

And before he finished his journey of gravitation, he heard this:

Y.R.U.L.I’VE?