| Walk with me on them beaches made of glass
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| We didn’t pick out battles, they chose us
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| Moloch, the devourer of flesh
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| My picture of you, little more than ash on ash
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| We went down swinging, on Shiva’s pendulum
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| That’s my dungeon, civilization
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| To the end of the planet, there was nothing waiting
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| Walk with me, broken legs and all
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| Curled up in a pile, waiting for the ball to drop
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| I looked down to the games the Gods used to play
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| Now we live under the ice, now there’s nothing but fires for lice
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| And some people said we always had it coming to us
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| Too much, too fast, too quick to learn the memories of the past
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| I want to go back but I can’t
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| Sucked up into a black hole, might’ve been better than this
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| This is a future where everyone’s poor
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| Upgraded, not even a man anymore
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| Everyone’s a millionaire and all the banks are closed
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| Mankind, you’re not even worth your weight in stones
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| Progress, what’s a crater to a dream home
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| These days you’ve got all the time in the world
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| To watch aurora borealis boil over the sea
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| When hell freezes over it’ll be hipper, it’ll be cleaner, it’ll be softer
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| No sunlight, no force
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| There won’t even be wooden coffins
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| When the revolution comes it’ll be lead by neo-fascists
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| Neo-patriots posing as post-humans
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| I’ll bite this from the gallows
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| It ain’t over your head, it’s under your feet
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| It’s in the water, it’s written in blood and you don’t need a picture to see
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| History’s sneaking on us, so these days I’m armed to the teeth
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| No time to fear the reaper, seems to me the reapers demand to be
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| Everybody knows you can’t swim against the sea
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| Especially when it’s boiling
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| Ain’t nobody gonna be special in a cauldron
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| I should’ve went to Mars when I had the chance
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| But I couldn’t escape my own avalanche of death
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| Humans and chimps, we who wrote the cheques
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| 'Till they bounced and bodged and the sky fell on our own heads
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| With softened skulls we fight against the millennia
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| We lighten our loads and head for higher grounds
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| When become scarce so we can do a stand on guard
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| Are we not men? |
| Are we not Gods?
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| Walk with me on them beaches made of glass
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| We didn’t pick out battles, they chose us
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| Moloch, the devourer of flesh
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| My picture of you, little more than ash on ash
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| We went down swinging, on Shiva’s pendulum
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| That’s my dungeon, civilization
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| Civilization |