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Outside beyond the story we invented WIthin inside the space that's unfrequented Walk angels describing patterns of their own And we always think we are alone Fantasy head beyond the world of mathematics Your fingers revolve inside a chaos so ecstatic Look into my eyes is there a logic in my pupils Pray for my soul I am beside myself with scruples Don't purr you'll throw me off my concentration Don't eat my head until I've done the preparation I've faced the facts now I must analyse the data Then spout out stuff neither inventor or creator By night behind the nothing of the sky By day under the burning of the eye Lie visions that are just screaming to be seen And we always think it is a dream. From Letras Mania