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Texty: John Frusciante. The Empyrean. Central.

Im central to nowherea??
Thinking of sweeping it cleana??
When we choose to go were losing more than just our surroundings
a??Ive gone around the sides of this universe as it stands
a??Outside the limits of all existencea??
Where light never endsa??
We should be grateful to the gods
a??Whoever theyre real to they area??
I value my placement as in Hell
a??Remember that moment that I fella??
Anything that could one day be is as real as what Im saying
a??If something is nothing it must not be something in any possible waya??
Lose yourself in the far off worlds that are right under your feet

a??Switch below with above all the way up into infinity
a??We should be thankful who we are
a??Whether we know ourselves or not
a??Walking alongside myselfa??
Neither of us listens very well
Im dreading a time that is not near
a??As a man on cross I have no fear
a??I cant believe these words Im sayinga??
You gotta feel your lines
a??You gotta feel your lines