| Now can you hear the call in our rambling little land?
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| Susurrations that can expand beyond all hope of light
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| And plunge us into unrelenting night
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| A pall on truth and reason
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| It feels like hunting season
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| So avoid those lines of sight and we’ll set this right
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| Welcome to the new dark ages
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| Yeah, I hope you’re living right
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| These are the new dark ages-es
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| And the world might end tonight
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| Now come ye children, one and all
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| Let’s heed Ezekiel’s call and bide until the word is good and right
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| Then get plucked clean out of sight
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| The world will be erased
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| Our kin will be immaculate ejaculate in space
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| Before the king of king’s love, he’ll snatch us from above
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| Brothers, help me sing it
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| Welcome to the new dark ages
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| Yeah, I hope you’re living right
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| These are the new dark ages-es
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| And the world might end tonight
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| So how do you sleep?
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| There’s nothing to keep, this is deep
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| Because we’re animals with golden rules, who
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| Who can’t be moved by rational views, yeah
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| Welcome to the new dark ages
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| I hope you’re living right
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| Welcome to the new dark ages
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| Say it again, yeah
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| These are the new dark ages
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| I hope you’re living right
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| Welcome to the new dark ages
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| And the world might end tonight |