THE ART OF DYING

Breathing slowly, mechanical heartbeat
 Losing contact with the living
 Almighty TV plugged, hybrid empty brain
 Don't see anything real in the game
 The tension is building constantly
 No reason, just a reflex I have, driven by clockwork
 I try to keep an eye open, and I realize
 I haven't closed my eyes in a long time
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 Neglected emotions leading to catastrophic voyage on the other side
 I have been given so much stress and lack of confidence
 I've been given the gift of so small hope deep inside
 I haven't closed my eyes in a long time, I am trying
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 I cannot stomach these forms and colors anymore
 But I'm here to continue after all I have been through
 I try to keep my eyes open, I am realizing
 This life and death more precious than anything
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 I won't bring no materials in the afterlife
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 Take no possessions, I would rather travel light
 I'm of this kind that kills all day
 But I don't know yet how to die
 Art of dying is the way to let all go
 Within I practice in the secret of my soul
 My shape in the reflector has now forever
 Life on its own