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It's a matter of prescience no, not the science fiction kind |
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It's all about ignorance and greed and miracles for the blind |
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The media parading, disjointed politics |
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Founded on petrochemical plunder and we're its hostages |
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If you stand to reason you're in the game |
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The rules may be elusive but our pieces are the same |
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And you know, if one goes down we all go down as well |
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The balance is precarious as anyone can tell |
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This world's going to hell |
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Don't allow this mythologic hopeful monster to exact its price |
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Kyoto now, we can't do nothing |
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I think someone else will make it right |
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You might not think it matters now but what if you are wrong |
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You might not think there's any wisdom in a fucked up punk rock song |
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But the way it is cannot persist for long |
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A brutal sun is rising on our sick horizon |
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It's in the way we live our lives |
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Exactly like the double edge of a cold familiar knife |
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And supremacy weighs heavy on the day |
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It's never really what you own but what you threw away |
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And how much did you pay? |
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Don't allow this mythologic hopeful monster to exact its price |
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Kyoto now, we can't do nothing |
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I think someone else will make it right |
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In your dreams you saw a steady state, a bounty for eternity |
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Silent screams but now the wisdom that sustains us is in full retreat |
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Watch on |
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Don't allow, this mythologic hopeful monster isn't worth the risk |
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Kyoto now we can't have vision for the future if it can't be fixed |
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Alien we need a fresh and new religion to run our lives |
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Hand in hand the arid torpor of inaction will be our demise |
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Oh, Kyoto now |
