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They juggle their numbers, they examine their charts |
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The sum of our ignorance, they submit their reports |
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Year after year, information is suppressed |
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After years of toil and strife and decades of debate |
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The equation is solved correctly, all scientists |
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Finally agreed, happily report their findings |
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Too late to turn back now happily report |
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Report their findings: all life will cease to be |
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The defeat of mankind lies not in their answers |
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But in the question that we never asked in |
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The arrogance of our waste, in the knowledge we refused |
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To retain and when the waves hit again, with baffled |
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Blankness they'll stare, clutching their possessions to their |
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Watery grave, destruction no technology could save |
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Nature's final lesson: no one shall be spared |
