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From far outside |
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Earth's fragile atmosphere |
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It's clearly apparent that the end is near |
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The sleeper wakens and removes |
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His golden casque |
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Vital signs return to his quiescent craft. |
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He is truth - a word to the wise |
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Gods children are so young |
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They cannot realise |
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The difference between extinction |
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And life is now only a matter of time. |
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In the beginning was the knowledge |
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He had carried far across |
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The great unknown |
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Millenia have passed since he walked |
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On the savannah where the seeds |
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Of life were sown. |
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Yet even deep in slumber he could hear |
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His children blunder to destruction |
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The caretaker of creation placed a fail-safe |
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At the heart of his construction. |
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Technologies intended |
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As mans slaves mutated |
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Now they are his masters |
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The trust they place in progress |
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Only serves to bring |
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The last days nearer faster. |
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He is truth - a word to the wise |
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Gods children are so young |
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They cannot realise |
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The difference between extinction |
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And life is now only a matter of time. |
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I can see the oceans |
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Stagnent and overflowing |
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Filled with man made waste discharged |
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From my cosmic auditorium |
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I view this crematorium |
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That is your world at large |
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My ears hear the wailing of your children |
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In a future close at hand |
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Just as it was before - so it may be again (If you don't try to understand)... |
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The seas will rise before your very eyes |
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Until they swallow up the land |
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If your polar ice caps melt |
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The cards are dealt |
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And you have died by your own hands |
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I will never help you while you still persist |
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In acting like you're blameless |
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I would rather let your species die forgotten |
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So your folly remains nameless. |
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He is truth - a word to the wise |
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Gods children are so young |
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They cannot realise |
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The difference between extinction |
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And life is now only a matter of time. "When to mischief mortals bend their will How quick they find the instruments of ill." |
