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Satellites are falling to the ground |
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The trusting don't make a sound |
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What are we here for? |
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There are lights in the sky |
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Brightly flashing in patterns |
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(Mr. Lazio was so right) |
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The horizon is filled with strobes of light |
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The auroras create a different night |
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Losing touch with our sense of fear |
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This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel |
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This isn't human, I know this can't be human |
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The ulterior are here |
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The world is in an uproar |
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Oblivious to warnings |
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That are embroidered by the media |
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(Mr. Lazio was so right) |
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The horizon is filled with strobes of light |
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The auroras create a different night |
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Losing touch with our sense of fear |
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This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel |
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This isn't human, I know this can't be human |
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Will they devour our world whole, |
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Or spit it out because of the wretched taste? |
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The horizon is filled with strobes of light |
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The auroras create a different night |
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Losing touch with our sense of fear |
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This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel |
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The emotion arrived, disappears from what once was home |
