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Dark Matter

What is this place?

It whispers to me of a love that has no ceiling.

I can’t escape

Imprisoned by the promise of a heart revealing.

Am I out of my head, alive or dead?

If I draw back the veil will I see?

 

Hold on to me.

I’m bathing in the secret thoughts, a mind’s dark ocean.

How can it be?

I’m haunted by the lonely cry of a thousand voices.

Dark matter in my mind, meet me at the end of time.

Dark matter flow inside, find the spaces we can’t hide.

Dark matter rise in me, lead us to the ecstasy.

Dark matter shake this restless dream.

I’m not falling; I’m flying.

 

Is it all in my head, all the lives I have shed?

If I draw back the veil will I see?

Are the stars in the sky just a trick of the light,

An illusion we’re made to believe?

Dark matter in my mind, meet me at the end of time.

Dark matter flow inside, find the spaces we can’t hide.

Dark matter how I long to hear the moonlight’s sacred song

To know this holy esketon.

I’m not falling; I’m flying.

 

I’m not falling; I’m flying.