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Prepare yourself to face the coming change! |
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Wake up defiant and warn the others |
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Wake up the fire inside your voices! |
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We are defined by what we inspire... |
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Remembering the end of the world... brings me restless nights |
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Calling me from above, a choir recites: "Change is coming!" |
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And I awaken the fire inside my voice |
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I tremble and shake as it fills the void |
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The day turns into night... I am catastrophe |
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We are fire in form, and I want to wake myself, make myself |
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Rise up, rise up to fall... |
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Why don't you lay it down, lay it down on the line |
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And then we will rise! |
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Living in the dirt, breathing in my worth |
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Make no mistake, this is my rebirth |
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Before the days of the cataclysm, we obeyed the law of one |
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We just wanted to breath, we wanted to be... |
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We are the sons of war, married to a past violently ignored |
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So I face my imperfect desires, waiting for this age to expire |
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We are fire in form, and I want to wake myself, make myself |
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Rise up, rise up to fall... |
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Why don't you lay it down, lay it down on the line |
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And then we will rise! |
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"The story of human memory of catastrophes that took place in historical times, strangely-despite the fact that they were described in so many sources- is as if non-existent for the scientific world..." |
