歌词
Every step shall resonate
As the culling of privation
And in the echo of my forward betterment
I'd blaze a path for more to draggle
Burned by the false wonder
Yet still, I felt content
Afraid of the sound of the chimes
In their very nature was how I made my choice
For the awry ascent
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O' how I roared for a cease
A staircase not of sense, but made of dreams that evade
And grow until the ivy sprouts into the sky
And shadows true existence
A false mirage
What a foul immersion
Burned by the false wonder
Yet still, I felt content
Afraid of the sound of the chimes
In their very nature was how I made my choice
For the awry ascent
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No seer would tell me of my discarded faith
I dismissed such heed
I was embodied with pride, o' ego
The worst of evils
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Burned by the false wonder
Yet still, I felt content
Afraid of the sound of the chimes
In their very nature was how I made my choice
For the awry ascent
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How the albatross can soar
With those heavy, iron wings
They would weigh me like a stone
With a chiseled, cosmic story
I admired such vim
I admired such courage
For it showed me I could fly
If I only would endure