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I am you creator, you are the shape I have built off my hands
Gathering the energy from the sun, I have seduced the horizon
to suits my creations. Walk down the path of my imagination
I've held the book that shapes the world, that defines the way you see things.
The world's lines calibrate themselves through my body,
purging my form from its agony, it's melting my skin.
Concealing two in one.
Shattering the tension in your mind, appearing as an ideal
Discovering the roots, shattering the tension in my mind,
discovering the roots. The sources of your creator.
I am your creator, you are the projection of my damnation
I have built off my hands from ashes and recreated the world into an ideal.
Harmonizing the sounds of birth and death, my creations walk down the path of my imagination
Seeking the fundamentals, a path is growing inside of me,
taking you all back to the sources

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