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Now stare beyond the abyss |
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Deep into the future's eyes |
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No scaldic verse will ever |
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Foretell our lingering demise |
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The soil suspires resigning |
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While I solemnly despise |
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And the copy of a fake oak's |
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Seed is gonna rise |
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Throughout the urban canyons |
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I will send my sonic waves |
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I call from concrete towers to |
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All yet unborn slaves |
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My mind is like a climber |
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Overgrowing iron gorges |
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Nerve codes like lianas |
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Entwine around the forges |
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So don't you bother |
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To call me brother |
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I'm not of your kin |
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I save my own skin |
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Just stand in file |
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Sick and vile |
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In concrete cells |
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Where no life dwells |
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Again I whisper |
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In the ear of the blind |
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There's no loophole, |
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The myth must rewind |
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Each step is fated |
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This doom bound am I |
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The well is dried up |
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And the hostage will die |
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Through the ironwood a blight I waft |
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Necropolitans awake by my draft |
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Out of scorched earth a giant I craft |
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Into each crevice life I will graft |
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An organic form of life I draft |
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Out of scorched earth a god I craft |
