Schisms in my visions. My hands look like my feet.
Walking every dimension, in between these worlds I stray.
Time is getting heavier, the pace is too fast.
If only they'd see with my mind, these tears do not put out the embers.
If only they'd see with my eyes, I will not be able to make it,
without you. The truth never tasted so good.
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