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Sense of Self

from Sense of Self by In Exile713

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Sense of self:

Now the storm has passed through and flooded my mind empty, all clear and freshly cleansed but unfortunately it's no quite what I assumed it would be. Where I had imagined there'd be bliss I've now found a raw senselessness.

No sense of self other than the evil I've been, no escaping the reality of how I've been living, however there is solitude in knowing I never have to live that way again.

I'm putting this all behind me, starting from scratch to rebuild to entirety, empiricism has proven itself to be evidence enough,

that when faced with the imminent just grin and shrug in the face of it, all obstacles can be overcome, enmity can coexist, fear not these trivial things.

rage on.

I will rage on, I will build this complete, I'll do this one all for me. I'll do this one all for me, despite all of my apathy, I cannot be deterred, I will not accept defeat.

It's comical in all of it's irony, how something so evil could be so enlightening. For better or for worse, I don't regret a fucking thing, I don't regret a thing. Within every ounce of suffering therein lies opportunity, opportunity. And there's never been a time more opportune than now.

And for once, just take a second to breathe. Take a moment to rest and let your mind at ease. It's all over now, you no longer need to worry about this. It's all over my friend.

Transition, transitioning, far too deep for me to clearly see and these days, I'm not sure if clarity is really worth knowing.

Too many treacheries, too fast. Just know that these too shall come to pass. Egos Ping-Pong extremisms, dilettantes apostatize in thralls. Mores of mordancy that shred, sacrifice to fell dissensions, bled by your life-long assassins, still we live to live again and then and then, for those who have lost and will lose again, it isn't fate, it's just some cheon cashing in, for those who have the will to hang, man up and let's finish the game. the struggle will rage on, deranged unseen, the irony entrained, baptized by dichotomy, redemption in the constancy, the constant sea of changes, just know that everything comes, and everything goes, for what it's worth this is the only fate that life controls.

(the lyrics for that ending part when we play it live): too many treacheries, too fast, just know that these too shall come to pass. dilettantes apostatize in thralls, as ego's Ping-Pong extremisms, sacrifice to fell dissensions, bled by your life-long assasins, but still we live to live again and then and then, for those who have lose and will lose again, just know that everything comes and everything goes. for what it's worth, this is all the fate that life controls.

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from Sense of Self, released October 15, 2013
Lyrics by Cody Wallace
Music by In Exile

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