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Truth is your goal All must be quantified and measured Mind curbs the soul Only mundane phenomena render you pleasure Why fear the strange? Real but out of range All's about to change You believe the lies are true Spectral realms eluding you By my hand you soon will see The full extent of your reality Stark irony Behold your beloved nature grant you Access to worlds you forthright dismiss Because they're too big for your world view Wake up from your sleep Brace yourself for the break of dawn At the bank of Acheron I will be there to welcome you Stop resisting Drink the spirit brew We have been expecting you Aus Songtexte Mania