When the Senses Fade (Progressive Metal)

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When the colors drain away,
And the world turns shades of gray,
Do we lose the light, or find a deeper way?
When the silence takes the sound,
And the echoes don’t rebound,
Do we hear the void, or the pulse of the ground?

When the senses fade, what remains?
A shadow of life, or a flame that sustains?
In the absence of touch, in the stillness of sight,
We reach for the essence, the core of the night.

The taste of the air, the scent of the rain,
Become more than memories, they’re anchors to pain.
But pain is a teacher, a guide to the soul,
In the cracks of the broken, we find ourselves whole.

When the senses fade, what remains?
A shadow of life, or a flame that sustains?
In the absence of touch, in the stillness of sight,
We reach for the essence, the core of the night.

The hands that once felt now reach for the truth,
The ears that once heard now listen to proof,
That the world isn’t lost, just seen through a veil,
And the heart learns to see where the eyes once would fail.

In the quiet, we find a new kind of song,
In the darkness, we learn where we belong.
For the senses that leave make room for the new,
A vision of life that’s both timeless and true.

When the senses fade, what remains?
A shadow of life, or a flame that sustains?
In the absence of touch, in the stillness of sight,
We reach for the essence, the core of the night.

So let the colors bleed, let the silence grow,
In the loss of the known, there’s a seed we can sow.
For the senses that fade are just doors to the deep,
And in letting them go, we awaken from sleep.

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"When the senses fade, what remains is not emptiness, but a new way of seeing. The world does not shrink; it deepens. What we lose with our eyes, we gain with our hearts. Silence becomes music, darkness becomes a canvas, and the memory of what once was becomes a compass for what can be. In the absence of the familiar, we discover the unknown – not as an enemy, but as a friend. For in the end, it is not the external that defines us, but what we carry within when everything else fades away."

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