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Our sky, she's full of lights |
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Glinting through all that dark, uncaring |
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The Rats on the moon are shielding their eyes |
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Against the creeping, the crawling |
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All that so-called useless DNA |
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Sharp colours teased to a gleam |
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"Doesn't matter" |
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Refracted inaction, remains inaction |
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This cursed recursive loop, pure comedy |
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Soon ye shall be razed in flame |
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Ha! |
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How does that fire feel climbing up your back? |
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Still grabbing with those thieving little hands? |
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So we strive to lift up our heads against the nowhere |
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Before you blot out Mother's summersphere |
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One fist may resolve nothing, but many fists shall knock you flat |
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One projection may be simple refraction, but many, well, they equal reaction |
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Those ears of yours just picked up a sneaky peal of thunder |
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Are you ready for the lightning to strike? |
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Are you? |
