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To connect
And make sense of it all
We draw lines
Through the chaos within
We measure what is everything but real
On a crooked scale
Bend it to our will
Dreaming is a form
Bend it to our will
Dreaming is a form
Shape it in our image
The science of noise
Fill in the blanks
And open the gates
Descend upon
Those who trespass against us
Torn from the sheltering city of pain
As crooked as they come
Bend it to our will
Dreaming is a form
Bend it to our will
Dreaming is a form
Shape it in our image
The science of noise
One clear cut line
That separates it all
We try to find
To barely see beyond
We look until we see
What our truth now will be
Now
Bend it to our will
The dreaming is a form
Bend it to our will
Dreaming is a form
Shape it in our image
The science of noise
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