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Condensed debris compressed into a world |
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Circling star cutting a path of disease |
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Serrating our future |
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Evolution disguised |
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Light years isolate our faces |
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A sentiment resounding through space |
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A malignant beacon flickering away |
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The universal pedigree of hate |
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An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace |
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We circle in silence |
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A magnet for violence |
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Our legacy a ballistic test |
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Of minute impact on the face of existence |
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Projecting polluted screams to the billions |
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Receiving the deserved magnificent silence |
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We are the fundamental components |
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Of our destruction |
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Nails raked down the chalkboard |
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Of universal dysfunction |
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An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace |
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We circle in silence |
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A magnet for violence |
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So are we ready for the showdown |
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As our world is ripped out of its ellipsis |
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There is no finer flesh to fall |
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Than the skin that drapes our empty souls |
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Motionless a perfect disease |
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Asymptomatic beckoning the extinction to be |
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Genetically we are suppressed into reliving |
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Our historic poverty until it snuffs us out |
