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On the threshold of life as we know |
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in a chasm cascading to the core |
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where nothing seems real anymore |
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in between the obtuse and obscene |
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so let the rains come down and explore |
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the possibility that it all ended that day, |
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and like all you dark clouds you sceptics |
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denying your true nature look away |
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past the concrete and the steel |
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flowing down to the valley below |
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drawn out for 99 years |
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splitting the seas |
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this terrestrial being |
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so let the rains come down and explore |
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the possibility that it all ended that day, |
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and like all you dark clouds you sceptics |
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denying your true nature look away |
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dormant beneath us what was will be |
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dwelling within us what is will be no more |
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and maybe it's not all what we built it up to be |
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sustaining scientific prophecy |