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See the world with jaded eyes The shallow structure of our crime The stone falls from your hand You slip under the sand Try to understand Conscience forms a plan See the world with painted eyes A collected conscience moves in stride The stone falls from your hand You rise above the sand Try to understand We define the plan Question the ideal Thought will make it real Reactions you can feel Truth will be revealed Reveal Is the message clear? Is the message near? Or buried in the past? How long will it last? From Letras Mania