| Life, that spark that trajects us into this heavenly body that makes us these
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| carbon-based systems
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| Predators and victims of a life on this Earth
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| We are birthed with the worst intentions
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| Intent to condemn everything with inventions
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| We’re born to destroy and obsessed with the thought of destruction
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| Upon nascency, we become casualties
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| We walk the edge of the scythe, taunting eternity
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| An abnormality since our maternity
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| A certain carnality for our mortality
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| Ever the victim of eyes inside our mind that sees this life as an affliction
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| So dead inside, the plot thickens with sickness showing symptoms
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| Extinguished synapses smoldering with persistence of a mind hellbent on suicide
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| A life in love with despair
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| In a world beyond repair
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| A global consensus that the powers that be are against us
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| Helplessness beyond compare
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| We’re flying too close to the sun
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| We play with fire, we tempt our fate
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| Life alights the flame to burn our hate
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| We fall like heavenly bodies burning
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| We fall in the cracks of her earthquake
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| Might be too late
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| We’re flying too close to the sun
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| We play with fire, we tempt our fate
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| Life alights the flame to burn our hate
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| Life, the pulse that leaves us alone on an earth with the worst ideas ever
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| known by the flesh
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| With emotions of stone, poisoning land and the oceans
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| A life in love with despair
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| In a world beyond repair
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| A global consensus that the powers that be are against us
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| Helplessness beyond compare
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| A carbon-based disease
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| That brings all life to its knees |