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Wipe out all the wonder from creation |
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Replace it all with fractals |
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And synthesize the beauty and design |
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Pulling wings off spiritual flies |
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So smug and oh so certain |
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That yours is the enlightened state of mind |
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Your soul will contemplate its emptiness |
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Mired in the figures and equations in your head |
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Embrace the black |
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Turn away from civilized society |
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Wrap yourself in ignorance |
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And force us to accept on pain of death |
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Marry myths with superstitious nonsense |
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And damn the nonbelievers |
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Salvation's yours, to hell with all the rest |
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No absolutes are so self-evident |
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Twisted by your hate, the very word of God |
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And instrument of death |
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And who can say which to path to take? |
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Or bind another's fate? |
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A billion-fold extremists' point of view create our hell |
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Each must be entitled to the conscience of the King |
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There's nothing left to wait for but the tolling of the bell |
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And who can say which to path to take? |
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Or bind another's fate? |
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A billion-fold extremists' point of view create our hell |
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Each must be entitled to the conscience of the King |
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There's nothing left to wait for but the tolling of the bell |
