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Pattern devouring machine Caught in cognition trap When your eyes lose focus Your mind fills in the gaps Hello darkness, my mistress I've came to seek consultancy For you are the one That covers the shit That shines in the sun In you there's so much beauty Even though you make one blind Because there are still shapes And there is so much one can find Reality A story The mind Tells itself A truth So beautiful It can only lied Into existence Tell me why do you feel so important When nothing in life is relevant With what did this world failed you so hard You need to invent machinations of dementia