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Fall from a higher state, becoming less through time
Moments of grand delusion forthcoming
A lapse into something divine, perhaps it's all a disguise
Expendable contortions follow, a race against what is real
A lapse from grace is the eternal triumph of evil
When insanity reign's king
So follow me now, you're falling behind
Have the will to set free
