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Cursed we are above all contentment |
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Breaking the evolution |
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Our history swept away |
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We are shattered by our prey |
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Lushing, spoiling |
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Staring through the eyes of decay. |
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Comfort is losing contrast in this light |
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Ignorance eradicating |
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This life draws to an end. |
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We need to find the strength |
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To put the earth in motion |
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Behold, ignorance is our new messiah |
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Abundant rays, all light from the sun. |
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Gaze into the fire |
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And the soothing winds. |
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In our eyes, in our nerves |
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As our colors are fading out |
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Just like birds in the storm |
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So let the squall come, waking us. |
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"As tidal waves hit solid ground no permanence is ours |
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We are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds". |
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Minor Earth, major skies |
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The summit of the syntaxis of all life |
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Is eroding along the path |
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The great ocean road |
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And its walls that always change |
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Are still rising up |
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The distribution of energy |
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In dissonant directions |
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A shift of paradigms |
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Are these enough answers to our questions. |
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As we dive |
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We might see a new dawn |
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This life that carries on |
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Promenading through the storm. |
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This everlasting chase |
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The ways that seize the days |
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Predicted to amaze |
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Serenity will pave |
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The inner state of grace. |
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As tidal waves break down |
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Consciousness collides |
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No permanence is ours. |