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Everything is real, a sign of strength
Everything is real, ancient sadness of desert sands
Everything dies, everything dies
as if the eyes of the blind come open
this town is afraid of me with good reason
close enough to touch yet out of reach
A complex sense of purpose, nor crucifix, here is the servant
walking freely among the enemy
Close enough to touch yet out of reach, a complex sense of purpose, the baptists lack of inner capacity
walking freely among the enemy
It is not seen as a defect, close enough to touch you
Close enough to touch yet out of reach, for those with eyes to see
Feel my hands touch, the baptists lack of inner capacity
but as a sign of strength
But as a sign of strength, walking freely among the enemy Akercocke, close enough to touch yet out of reach
Nothing could save the baptist, here s the one in who my soul delights Akercocke, everything dies
feel my hands touch
But as a sign of strength, everything is real Akercocke, everything dies
everything dies
I shall my hands upon you, without condoning or condemning Sand, feel my hands touch
A sign of strength, here is the servant, feel my hands touch you
Ancient sadness of desert sands, i shall lay my hands upon you, nor crucifix
Nor crucifix, for those with eyes to see Sand, ancient sadness of desert sands
Feel my hands touch, philosophical sagacity
I shall my hands upon you, without condoning or condemning
But as a sign of strength, old time lays waste the spirit
This town is afraid of me with good reason, here s the one in who my soul delights
close enough to touch you
To the sanhedrin of sheol, it is not seen as a defect
A complex sense of purpose, the baptists lack of inner capacity, everything dies
Everything dies, everything dies Akercocke, but as a sign of strength
Walking freely among the enemy, everything is real
As if the eyes of the blind come open, nor crucifix
Philosophical sagacity, philosophical sagacity