Every step shall resonate
As the culling of privation
And in the echo of my forward betterment
I'd blaze a path for more to drag
Burned by the false wonder
Yet still, I felt content
Afraid of the sound of the chimes
In their very nature was how I made my choice
For the awry ascent
Oh, how I roared for a cease
A staircase not of sense, but made of dreams that evade
And grow until the ivy sprouts into the sky
And shadows true existence
A false mirage
What a foul immersion
Burned by the false wonder
Yet still, I felt content
Afraid of the sound of the chimes
In their very nature was how I made my choice
For the awry ascent
No seer would tell me of my discarded faith
I dismissed such heed
I was embodied with pride, oh, ego
The worst of evils
Oh, burned by the false wonder
Yet still, I felt content
Afraid of the sound of the chimes
In their very nature was how I made my choice
For the awry ascent
Burned by the false wonder
Burned by the false wonder
Burned by the false wonder
Burned by the false wonder
How the albatross can soar
With those heavy, iron wings
They would weigh me like a stone
With a chiseled, cosmic story
I admired such vim
I admired such courage
For it showed me I could fly
If I only would endure
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