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[00:40.48]We are volcanoes, making new land,
[00:45.88]Transcending borders with seeds in our hands.
[00:51.48]Natural killers perfectly planned,
[00:56.99]All is entirely out of our hands.
[01:11.18]It's out of our mouths, into the ground.
[01:23.75]Wake up, wake up
[01:28.96]cos I think the worst is through...
[01:34.16]We are surrounded by color and life
[01:41.55]We don't even know it.
[01:43.67]We are volcanoes, making new land,
[01:48.77]Transcending borders with seeds in our hands.
[01:54.03]Natural killers perfectly planned,
[01:59.49]All is entirely out of our hands.
[02:23.31]Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
[02:32.07]Forcing focus on light that we hold inside.
[02:43.76]We are volcanoes, levels of light.
[02:48.97]Bleeding an ocean of permanent life.
[02:54.24]The blush of our anger could bury the sun,
[02:59.50]The pulse of untamable progress has begun.
[03:15.94]Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
[03:30.27]That brings us to life.
[03:34.72]Wake up, wake up.
[03:40.15]cos I think the worst is through…
[03:45.54]The light that we hold must be buried -
[03:54.37]Buried to bloom.