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They made speeches preparations unavoidable the day |
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When a future great eradicator comes |
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Biding silently the tidings as there's little left to say |
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Little time, little minds, little ones |
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Hear the echoes of a nightmare close their minds to the decay |
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Sifting through the languid rapture dreams of some |
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Just a universal blinking repetition has its say |
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Little time, little minds, little ones |
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There's a writhing beauty once the ego's cast away |
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Once disposed nulls the throes supposed by they |
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Like the roach we encroach upon the means by which we stay |
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No surprise the wiser never pray |
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And the queens still give their orders and the soldiers still obey |
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Spreading forth to every corner 'neath the sun |
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Do they know their procreation self-exterminates their ways |
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Little time, little minds, little ones |
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There's a writhing beauty once the ego's cast away |
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Once disposed nulls the throes supposed by they |
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Like the roach we encroach upon the means by which we stay |
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No surprise the wiser never pray |
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And the queens still give their orders and the soldiers still obey |
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Spreading forth to every corner 'neath the sun |
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Do they know their procreation self-exterminates their ways |
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Little time, little minds, little ones |
