The Rift Songtext

This ancient poison
coursing through my veins.
This ancient poison
an unfamiliar pain.

This dark rapture
swelling wave by wave.
This dark rapture
an unfamiliar game.

You are a grain of sand,
in an ocean of math
there must be a map.

A light upon the horizon.

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