| Suspended above rules of any fate, dwells the most secret of the universe
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| When the rocks of our world started to move, even god watched amuzed what he
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| created
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| An energy, that seized our stable cells, filtering our shells
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| The ancestor miracle, that lived in our fears
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| Clashing frequency comdemned to expand
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| Waves of shocking blast within a blinding light
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| And all became undeciphered
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| Aligned to the spiral of unknown effects, for a fortuity we’ve been all
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| generated
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| Out of control and spreading in all the world, a draining power that sneak in
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| my veins
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| Our morality belong to the chaos
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| We are an aberration
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| Mutated throughout our history
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| Created without any reason
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| We’re the sons, the only imperfection
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| Descending directly from the chaos
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| Our hopes projected in the sky, we are living suspended
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| Like the spore of the same infection, we’re tainting the creation
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| Coiled around, destinated to the void
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| Watch our race about to fall
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| In a swamp, generated to the void
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| Here are our conscience shouting |