Brock - )

The golden void speaks to me denying my reality

I lose my body, lose my mind, I blow like wind,

flow like wine

Down a corridor of flame, will I fly so high again

Is there something wrong with me, I cannot hear,

I cannot see

Down a corridor of flame

So you think the time is past, the life you lead will

always last

Chaotic fusions of your soul, down below

that rocky knowle

Through the clouds an open sky, the wind flows

through your watering eyes

The sounds are pitched to draw you on your never

ending journey on

The edge of time, the edge of time, the edge of time

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