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Vapor trails chase down the setting sun |
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and the silence comes in dreams of everyone. |
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Hieroglyphic prophecy in digital display |
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racing to the end of time. |
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We don't really wanna know the way. |
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Illumination my divine right. |
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I'm separation of the Earth and State. |
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Black crosses in the sun |
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waiting for us down lonely horizons. |
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We're wasting away, we're down on our knees |
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awaiting prophecy from someone else's dreams. |
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Empty eyes stare through the blackened sun. |
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We can rise only to become undone. |
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One thousand fathoms deep below the darkest ocean depths |
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to radiated heavens floating just beyond our reach. |
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We are the light |
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that fuels the sun |
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to burn more |
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and cave in on us. |
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I hear the rapture now. |
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We are dead space in time. |
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The signal's coming in and out. |
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We are the lonely ones. |
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Black crosses in the sun |
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waiting for us down lonely horizons. |
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Black crosses in the sun |
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we're wasting away down lonely horizons. |
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Black crosses in the sun |
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waiting for us |
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awaiting prophecy from someone else's dreams. |
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We're wasting away, we're down on our knees. |
