Face the circle,
Shine and blinding before we.
Break the angle,
Reflecting all of our pain.
Call of thee is what I hear,
Retrieving me from our past.
Your touches now are launching me
To limbo and back blind.
Questioning reality,
Where's the place I died?
Wake me up from your bad dreams.
Tonight we ride.
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