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Worshipper In Me

de Oscar P
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The world spins just out of reach
A silent song I cannot teach
What’s real, what’s thought, I cannot say
The mind begins to fade away

Chasing echoes that never sound
I'm sinking deeper, where thoughts are drowned
This void is home, yet I still fight
A fleeting grasp, a dying light

Out of reach, yet all around
I hear no voice, I feel no ground
The mind expands, but never finds
What’s truly there behind the signs