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Land (in flight, quicker) creatures (in the grind) |
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With (hold their heads), stumbeling around |
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Sky (in black, figures we're all mutilated) |
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With cold eyes, broken eyes, (it's just not worth) to survive |
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Through the (forest of what's own) |
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(shred the) technical errors |
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Let them face the fact they're alone |
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With the drowning sun |
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A sky in black |
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Touch the sun |
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No turning back |
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Nowhere to run |
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Don't try to hide from the radiation, toxication |
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See the sky in black and the drowning sun |
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(life) born into a (fortress of a) termination, deformation |
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No one to blame (but) everyone |
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Back from dream of the one that should not be |
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I raise my hands to the warming sun |
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Still so real the [edge of each] catastrophe |
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The black sky and the drowing sun |
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A sky in black |
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Touch the sun |
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No turning back |
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Nowhere to run |
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Don't try to hide from the radiation, toxication |
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See the sky in black and the drowning sun |
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(life) born into a (fortress of a) termination, deformation |
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No one to blame (but) everyone |