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Bliss torn, transition incomplete |
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As fall entombed their mother sphere |
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Bent to the sky, artificial eye |
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Crushed, nature moans, enlightened |
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Drained was the heart of man |
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Insects spawning, hybrids crawling |
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In spinning cluster skies we're soaring |
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I've seen tomorrow sun die into the darkness skies |
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But as poisoned seeds and acid rot the earth |
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We will fly into exile |
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Oh, morituri te salutant |
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Defier of the |
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Night Fierce adulterers |
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What's the destination of their selfish search? |
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Forced into spiral alterations |
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The coils of pain |
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Hybrids crawling in spinning cluster skies we're soaring |
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They've got reconcile |
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Their cause is unpure |
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The poor invest in stolen grace |
