| Fate drew the black stars gloomy
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| Captive to their purpose everyday
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| Communication destroyed broken satellites fall
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| It’s believed that the star will collide that ends us all
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| Launches, it was my occupation, serving you in space, you’re connected to the
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| station
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| Feels like it’s deconstructing, get the pilots all at once and leave fucking
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| nothing
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| Soldiers are on the defense, secure resources closest once we know that they’ll
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| release us
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| Rise up and don’t leave last we don’t get out alive…
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| Weaponizing gravity, magnetize the galaxy (Bring them back right now!)
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| The voice in my heart still speaks to me
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| It beckons me back to the deep
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| They were kept in a cage, where the darkness holds they remove the blindfold,
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| and guide my sword
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| Their escape is a bolt of lightning
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| We foresee murder, we foresee doom
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| Your planet will be drowned in a sea of cold grey metal
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| The Betrayer will condemn us all
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| Weaponizing gravity, magnetize the galaxy
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| Fall in! |
| Fall in!!! |
| FALL IN!!! |
| Whoooaaaa!!!
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| Prepare your captains
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| Prepare your flag
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| Prepare your battlements
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| Prepare the burning oil!
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| Universal deconstruction
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| All the people have destruction
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| I will make you twist and burn
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| I am waking up a god |