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Sorcerers of madness selling me their time
Child of God sitting in the sun, giving peace of mind
Fictional seduction on a black-snow sky
Sadness kills the superman, even fathers cry
Of all the things I value most of all
I look inside myself and see
My world and know that it is good
You know that I should
Superstitious century, didn’t time go slow
Separating sanity, watching children grow
Synchronated undertaker, spiral skies
Silver ships on plasmic oceans in disguise
Of all the things I value most in life
I see my memories and feel their warmth
And know that they are good