| Condensed debris compressed into a world
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| Circling star cutting a path of disease
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| Serrating our future
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| Evolution disguised
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| Light years isolate our faces
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| A sentiment resounding through space
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| A malignant beacon flickering away
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| The universal pedigree of hate
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| An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace
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| We circle in silence
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| A magnet for violence
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| Our legacy a ballistic test
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| Of minute impact on the face of existence
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| Projecting polluted screams to the billions
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| Receiving the deserved magnificent silence
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| We are the fundamental components
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| Of our destruction
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| Nails raked down the chalkboard
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| Of universal dysfunction
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| An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace
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| We circle in silence
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| A magnet for violence
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| So are we ready for the showdown
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| As our world is ripped out of its ellipsis
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| There is no finer flesh to fall
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| Than the skin that drapes our empty souls
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| Motionless a perfect disease
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| Asymptomatic beckoning the extinction to be
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| Genetically we are suppressed into reliving
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| Our historic poverty until it snuffs us out |