Lyrics The Intricate Path of Creation - Antilles
No,
this
can't
be
real
My
mind's
just
fading
away
Swept
henceforth
by
the
stream
that
is
My
subconsciousness
Why?
It's
the
question
that's
driving
us
Towards
a
frightening
infinity
No
distant
world
within
The
range
of
our
vision
What
is
past,
what
is
present
What
is
about
to
be
In
the
end
it
was
nothing
more
Than
a
mere
reflection
in
my
soul
Blinded
by
mastery
Blinded
by
splendour
Driven
by
an
affliction
of
progress
We'll
pay
the
price
A
necessary
sacrifice
In
the
name
of
progress
That
put
my
death
first
Amongst
many
others
Swallowed
by
light
Fallen
through
time
Lost
on
the
intricate
path
of
creation
My
name
shall
forever
be
forgotten
We
are
the
stain
on
the
Countenance
of
the
skies
No
distant
world
within
The
range
of
our
vision
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