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I am eating bits of the world |
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Piece by piece |
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I swallow broken glass and poisoned waters |
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And I nurish and grow |
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Who am I, that can carry all this |
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Who am I, that can suffice this |
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I that make |
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Blood turn iron aglow |
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Swirling chaos |
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It may appear |
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I that take |
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All that give birth and life |
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Destroying the universe, atom by atom |
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I make love to the light |
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And leave it with terrible disease |
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Who am I, that can carry all this |
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Who am I, that can suffice this |
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I that make |
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Blood turn iron aglow |
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But discipline |
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Is what to find in death |
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I that take |
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All that give birth and life |
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There a star went black |
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So watch now close |
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How I make suns burn all red |
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Then turn them all dead |
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Who am I, that architects all this |
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Who am I, that architects all this |
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I that make |
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Blood turn iron aglow |
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Swirling chaos |
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It may appear |
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I that take |
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All that give birth and life |
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But discipline |
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Is what to find in Death |
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Is what to find in |
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Death |
