Fell To Low
Urizen
Self-closed but composed
Of what you love and all you've hated
Self-same so you blame
Time and times you've divided
Self-closed but composed
Of what you love and all you've hated
What's opposed and what's related
Not cut nor created
Self-same so you blame all creation
(And for this you should feel regret: Every night the secret's told...)
(Every day) In a sweat you wake up and forget
He lets his blood in the holes he's digging
And the lines in his skin
Run the same as the cracks in the ground
He pours his come in the fire again
Burn clean redeem
Now the lines in his skin
Can be drawn between stars that he's found
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