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Voice, Composition, Editing by Cyclopsycho
I feel the ups and the downs.
I see the black and the white.
Someone just has to be wrong
because someone just has to be right.
So the pattern, it weaves
the flowers and the leaves.
And the dawn's sweet light
brings the day,
which brings the night.
And a vast array of Mind
searches far and travels deep
For the potion that will put our yearning to sleep.
And the only question that won't lay down is:
Why are we so far apart?
This is the dance
of Centrifugal Force
the Centripetal Course.
It's out of control.
It's wild and free.
It's not up to you.
It's not up to me.
My heart is alive in this mess with you.
Every day I strive to stand up with you.
The way is dark and riddled with turns.
I feel your Fire.
Together we burn.
Here we go, wandering through the haze.
The days are building the years.
The seconds are building the days.
The lies are feeding the King.
The King is collecting his slaves.
The Moon, she does cry from a Sunlit eye,
and the Ocean is building its waves.
Come back to the feeling.
Come back to the fall.
When you feel your heart ringing,
answer the call.