| Song | The Dot |
| Artist | I Declare War |
| Album | I Declare War |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We are alone on this stage in a vast cosmic arena | |
| Think of all the rivers of blood spilled by the generals and emperors | |
| So that in glory and triumph they could become momentary masters of a dot | |
| Think of the endless men fighting and dying for a God they’re not sure exists | |
| War and famine at what price? | |
| We tell ourselves what we’re doing is right | |
| But we’re so fucking wrong | |
| How frequent our misunderstandings | |
| How eager we are to kill | |
| Look back at the pale blue dot | |
| And try to convince yourself God created the universe for a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam |
| We are alone on this stage in a vast cosmic arena | |
| Think of all the rivers of blood spilled by the generals and emperors | |
| So that in glory and triumph they could become momentary masters of a dot | |
| Think of the endless men fighting and dying for a God they' re not sure exists | |
| War and famine at what price? | |
| We tell ourselves what we' re doing is right | |
| But we' re so fucking wrong | |
| How frequent our misunderstandings | |
| How eager we are to kill | |
| Look back at the pale blue dot | |
| And try to convince yourself God created the universe for a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam |
| We are alone on this stage in a vast cosmic arena | |
| Think of all the rivers of blood spilled by the generals and emperors | |
| So that in glory and triumph they could become momentary masters of a dot | |
| Think of the endless men fighting and dying for a God they' re not sure exists | |
| War and famine at what price? | |
| We tell ourselves what we' re doing is right | |
| But we' re so fucking wrong | |
| How frequent our misunderstandings | |
| How eager we are to kill | |
| Look back at the pale blue dot | |
| And try to convince yourself God created the universe for a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam |