| I have dreamt in shades of red
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| That with our hands we’d raise the dead
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| Let us behold all that we have done;
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| Immortal, privileged, among us lies not one
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| Indifferent, the waves crash down
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| Indifferent, we are bound
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| I have seen in shades of red
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| And upon the remains of incredible rage, we stand
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| Though we aspire, and long to transcend
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| A great divorce from earth’s cruel hand shall not be won by the likes of man
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| Indifferent, the waves crash down
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| Indifferent, we are bound
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| For centuries, our reach extended not beyond the trees
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| Yet now, we’ve breached the skyline and mapped the seas
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| Still, the earth bends farther than we see
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| And in the end, we will all be swallowed up by the deep
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| Do we shape this endless hate with sculptor’s touch, our eyes ablaze?
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| Or does it seek us out as prey, and fan our flames?
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| For I see in red
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| For I see in red
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| For I see in red
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| And it’s all that’s left
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| Forever we break and cannot mend
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| As crowns fall from the heads of men! |