| Don’t aim to please
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| Aim to dazzle
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| Time’s a disease
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| An endless frazzle
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| Chaos, save us
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| Space cannot defeat us
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| The ecstasy of entropy
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| Migrate
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| Arrive
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| Through space we wheeze
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| Let’s end this hassle
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| Enormity shall be the key
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| Our grandest razzle
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| Chaos, save us
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| Space cannot defeat us
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| The ecstasy of entropy
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| Migrate
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| Arrive
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| Lurch one
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| Shear the sphere
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| Spiral out
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| As one-shot pusher plates
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| We’ve had a lot of time to think
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| It has to be
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| The perfect shot
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| From megayears to nanoseconds
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| Gone in a blink
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| Lurch two
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| Why waste Sirius A
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| Conveniently in our way
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| Let’s do this right
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| Triple the supernova blast
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| A nacelle of sentinels
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| Cannon sol into the dog star
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| To harvest our disaster type 1a
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| And the dice are cast
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| Set source
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| Release for impact
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| We’re on the brink
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| Here goes…
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| Lurch three
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| The gravity
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| Of Sirius B
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| Spurs accretion
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| Into its monumental sink
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| Sol Omega
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| Get the fuck away from me
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| As the mass of stellar gas
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| And two collapsing hydrogen infernos
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| Are hurled into the carbon furnae
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| One last goodbye
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| As both stars die
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| Collapse the cores
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| And the local fluff shall tremble
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| Blow up the stars
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| Collect their mass
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| Detonate and resemble
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| Iron poison
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| To kill the stars
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| Lurch four
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| Accelerate
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| To breaking point
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| Then catch flying flesh of stars
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| At 20 000 kps
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| Wrap around it like a mantle
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| Spin the loot into spheres
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| Silicates to patch up scars
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| Gases to collapse and shrink
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| Into hawking radiation engines
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| We’ve had a lot of time to think
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| There’ll be us who’ll ride it out in here
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| Bottom-feeding in four Dimensions
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| And there’s us who’ll get right out of here
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| Once we’re turning our attentions
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| Gregarious, Nefarious, Temerarious
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| To Sagittarius A*
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| Supermassive Typhon
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| Crowned in magnetars
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| A Perfect Siphon
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| The most pro we can gress
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| We meet in the center
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| Access and aggress
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| Concenter
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| To Sagittarius A*
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| Supermassive Typhon
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| Drowned in magnetars
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| A Perfect Siphon
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| The most pro we can gress
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| We meet in the middle
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| Doomed in this, unless
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| We solve this riddle
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| Solo — Danny
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| How to get the fuck out of here
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| On a quantum singularity
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| How to get the fuck out of here
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| Get the fuck out of here
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| Chaos Save us
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| Get the fuck out of here
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| Migrate
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| Arrive |