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Out of the egg of the mother |
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Stagnated spaces and your cold-blooded brother |
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Into the mud until the summertime comes |
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Into the mud and back to your blood |
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(Save your serpent) |
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Your talismans can't help you now |
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So cast them to the stony ground |
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We can't evolve much farther if we let them weigh us down |
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We worship the rivers and the seas |
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We worship the stone |
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The only gospel that we know is encoded in our bones |
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We are of reptiles |
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We are of stardust |
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We are of mercury |
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And these things are our kin |
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We are of dignity |
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We are of mercy |
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We are of cruelty |
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And this is not our sin |
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Build no temple |
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Just remember |
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What you came from, who you are |
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And you're owed nothing |
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Just feel lucky |
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To leave a trace of who you are |
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(Save your serpent) |
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Build no temple |
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Just remember |
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what you came from, who you are |
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And you're owed nothing |
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Just feel lucky |
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to leave a trace of who you are |
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Build no temple |
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Just remember |
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What you came from, who you are |
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And you're owed nothing |
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Just feel something |
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And leave a trace of who you are |