Some kind of prophecy
cppears to be the reality
It grows
It sneaks around just like a thief
It tries to hide and plant the seeds
It grows
In the shadow it flies and turns in dust
You grab your hands and lean on me
It grows, it grows, it grows, it grows
But now its time for you to leave
Your plan has been fully revealed
It grows
You'll grow eternally
You'll spread in ecstasy
You'll die eventually
In total harmony
Some kind of prophecy
cppears to be the reality
It sneaks around just like a thief
It tries to hide and plant the seeds
It grows, it grows, it grows, it grows
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