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"What is life?

An illusion, a shadow, a story.
And the greatest good is little enough:
For all life is a dream,
and dreams themselves are only dreams."

"We have all some experience of a feeling,
that comes over us occasionally,
of what we are saying and doing,
having been said and done before.

In a remote time of our having been surrounded,
dim ages ago, by the same faces, objects,
and circumstances of our knowing perfectly,
what will be said next, as if we suddenly remember it!"

Spirits of the night,
communicate with me.
Their visions of a future,
of what is yet to be.

As I see the way I die,
and I try to change it.
I am running short of time,
I'll just sit here waiting.

'Til the moment comes around,
like I've been here once before.
And I'm questioning the truth,
no escaping déjà vu.

"There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking.
When you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open,
and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you,
than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed,
and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness.

Dreams are real as long as they last.
Can we say more of life"

If I could harness this power,
assume absolute control,
of my visions from a future.
No one will ever know...

That I've seen the day you die,
and I tried to change it.
You are running short of time,
you'll just sit there waiting.

'Til the moment comes around,
like you've been there once before.
And you're questioning the truth,
no escaping déjà vu.

'Til the moment comes around,
like we've been here once before.
Now there's nothing left to lose,
no escaping déjà vu.

Faces become strangely familiar,
stumbling upon traces of my visions.

Now I see a shadow of a man,
in my silhouette he stands.
The wisdom of my premonition comes to life!

I was just a kid back then,
but now I'm back to take revenge.
I sternly look my killer in the eye.

I'm out for satisfaction when I'm suddenly distracted,
by the silent cries that echo in the streets.
My finger pulls the trigger with my whole life left to figure,
if the boy I accidentally killed was me.

Voices become strangely deceiving,
gravity's pull has zero effect on me.

Now the moment's finally here,
and it feels like just before.
Only now I face the truth,
I will have to wait no more.

Will this never end?
I've been through enough!
This is the part where I wake up,
with blood on my hands.

Traveling back to where it all began.

As for the boy,
it pleased me to know,
that he'll just wake up nine years old.

Alone and afraid,
he'll live for the day.
This moment comes around again.

Now the moment's finally here,
and it feels just like before.
Even now I know the truth,
I accept my fate no more.

I bet you don't remember me!
I guess you won't forget,
the only way to go,
when there is nowhere left to roam...

Scenes from someone else's lifetime,
flash like bright lights before my eyes.
Scenes from someone else's lifetime,
flash like bright lights in my eyes...

From the beginning,
I never dreamt I was the killer.
Over the edge, falling in and out of time.

The moment passed us by,
and it felt just like before.
As I leave this world behind,
I know I'll come back for more.