| If I destroy your civilization
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| Block the sun and crash the skies
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| Will you acknowledge me
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| And listen to what I have to say
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| Will you praise my prophecies
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| And write my gospels
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| The philosophy of man
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| Finds the earth and soil expendable
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| We burn the woods and watch our world combust
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| It bleeds for me in silence
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| As I Drop This Planet of Dust
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| Dust, will we all become
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| And drop our earhtly possessions
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| In this river of solitude
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| Dust, have we all become
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| And lost our earthly obsession
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| With our savior, Gaia
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| No more shall I weep
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| When I dream of you my decayed star
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| Through this night the stars will collide
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| Burning bright
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| And I fly so high into the night
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| Oh I fly
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| No more shall I weep for this planet
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| And no more shall I mourn
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| For our emptiness
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| I will fly
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| I WILL FLY |