Behold, the Tarantella - Colors | Текст песни

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I finally see your true colors. The radiance makes me uneasy. The collision of patterns distort my perception, yet I feel alive. The curiosity peaks and I'm entranced in your design. For a moment I'm lifted until the patterns pull me down. Gravity. The pendulum sways with ease. Momentum will carry me as I fall victim to these visions. I'll see beyond the luminosity. These transformations, the alteration of the mind, of what we perceive. You'll speak in tongues, but you'll speak with ease. Still, no one will listen. Scenery will rust away. Once again you'll fall victim. Parasitic decay. We must push forward and reactivate their minds. Demonstrate the beauty of our anatomy. We were built to embrace higher mentality, a consciousness we thought we could never achieve. That we could not achieve. Demonstrate the beauty of our anatomy. Separate from the shell that holds us back from reality. When there is nothing left, we must transcend. When there is nothing left, will this world end? Is this the end? When you're staring death in the face are you confident that you have found clarity? BLEH!?

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