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An address to the stillborn, lost brothers in arms; |
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To see the cursed earth claim to providence; |
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A pyramid New Jerusalem. |
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The dream is dead. |
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We're burning the carcass clean. |
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We pretend-but we never sleep. |
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500 miles to the faultline. |
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We decompose and decay. |
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Captivating the moment. |
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Spread the disease. |
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"We come in peace" |
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As if we almost believed it. |
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"Strapped to the back of a live grenade" |
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If there was ever a saviour. |
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She'd be the first to leave. |
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500 miles to the faultline. |
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We decompose and decay. |
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Ten thousand leagues through |
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The coal mines. |
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We hesitate and comply. |
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Equal in death only, subject to |
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Our own betrayal. |
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Inhuman, suspending reality; |
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What you see is truthful, but lacking. |
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Misinformation is the new black. |
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Perfect rejects, we're all incomplete. |
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Disfigured at birth, we're |
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The human debris. |
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We're freaks. |
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We live. |
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We die. beneath the faultlines. |
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One more truth to bury. |
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500 miles to the faultline. |
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We hesitate at the light. |
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One day we rise through |
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The cold tide, |
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And face away from this |
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Dead end failure to see. |
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