This is the realm of projectionOut of the depths of your mindIt's all a vast overconscienceLinked to the top of your spineMan's a fragment of onenessIn the cosmic mitosisWatch your own separatenessFrom the sundered genesisLook in the glass that's made of fleshJust let the truth shine and reflectGlass made of flesh, human reflectionsGlass made of fleshBehind the judgements of othersYou sense the fears of your prideSo can you catch your reactionsBefore the rise of your fightAn eye that sets you on trialLooking glass for your conscienceIn your mind lie the rivalsWill you found their existence[Chorus]Watch the organic mirrorsClose encounter of your counterselfMan's just a fragment of onenessSome say we're all the sameThey'll set the patterns of successBut no one wins the gameLook in the glass that's made of fleshJust let the truth shine and reflectClose encounter of your counterselfMan's just a fragment of onenessSome say we're all the sameThey'll set the patterns of successBut no one wins the gameLook in the glass that's made of fleshJust let the truth shine and reflect
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