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A Spectre Of Dust[GODS:] Harmony must be seen before disharmony can be felt. Let her feel andform all fragments of the material world. She will seem to be a goddess, without knowing that she is an actress. [SHE:] Struck to the ground, senses are unbound My red hands, burning into the earth Every spect of dust radiates from me [Chorus:] Colour of all matter Turns red in me And I shine upon all life I desecrate chaos of my mind Seeing through a simple world Bodies built of dust, not soul The sleeper, the reflective, all the lost people They are sleepwalkers in my dream I am a goddess, I inhaled harmony I exhale and the world gives in on me [Chorus] We are all without soul |