The palace of the deepest truth
Welcome to the palace of the deepest truth
Where everything is physical, except of you
Where your demons greet you like you're one of them
There're hundreds of corpses
and even more ghosts
Yet you're the most translucent one
Yet you're the one of the kind
Welcome to the palace of the deepest truth
Where every door leads to the panic room,
Where all the light switches awake the dark in you
Where stick and stones will break your bones
Welcome to the palace of the deepest truth
Where you're a king and a slave too
With crown of thorns and a velour throne
Where your heart is burning
yet you're cold
Welcome to the palace of the deepest truth
From where you can only leave
On your knees
with scraped out eyes
Or not at all
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