Song: The Teacher

Album: The Threshold Of Omniscience
Track: #1

Lyrics

Before you came along
History faked me
I know that you want me to lose
Wave me good bye gone
You're helping me break free
I hope it's not too hard to choose

And so I'll carry on
While the future awaits me
Find me at the far end of this world
Time me you'll see
I've trumped infinity
As life goes, I'm the ocean you're the pearl 

When the teacher slaps the hand
The blood creates a bruise
Whose pain creates an enemy
Unending war ensues
That pulverizes wrongs
And turns them into dust
The dust becomes the soil
Where we plant seeds of distrust

I bleed a quantity
Equivalent to death
So yours is the victory of the spoils
You fought to the end you'd say
And brought me to my knees
And such is the treachery of toil

My victory was set
On the day you and I met
You see when I die I'm killing you
I held the key
To discontinuity
Here I go, to the far end of the world

When the teacher slaps the hand
The blood creates a bruise
Whose pain creates an enemy
Unending war ensues
That pulverizes wrongs
And turns them into dust
The dust becomes the soil
Where we plant seeds of distrust

When the teacher slaps the hand
The blood creates a bruise
Whose pain creates an enemy
Unending war ensues
That pulverizes wrongs
And turns them into dust
The dust becomes the soil
Where we plant seeds of distrust

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