Without a memory of how it
came to be, my desire
For some higher principle
Me and the labyrinth, this
One shot experiment, without a rope without a net
without a clue or a safe bet try to be sensible
And following my thread guess I'm
better off than dead not too sure
where it's leading to, anymore
When I think about it it doesn't
make much sense to get enshrouded
in what I can't venture a guess what's in store
For me in my maze
Are there hours or only days
Following my shiny thread
Isn't really mine I can't recall
finding it nor leaving it,
I think I see a shadow up ahead
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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