| Stupid you are
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| And went too far
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| We know, how human race will die
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| Big flaming sword of doom will split the sky
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| Will be too late
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| To change your fate
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| And there will be nowhere to run
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| In July of Two Thousand Sixty One
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| In the sky you will see
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| Prophet of the end
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| You will know it’s the time
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| For the human race to bend
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| I will tell you where we are from
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| There will be no time left to cry
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| When prophet of the end will come
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| Earth will die
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| But you still have time to change your fate
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| What will happen, depends of you
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| You need to forget about your hate
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| You have to
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| To give you Earth
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| It was a mistake
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| So wonderful was our aim
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| From Zeta Reticuli here we came
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| Now I will leave
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| Better believe:
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| We’re no demons, we’re creators
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| Of foolish human race inventors
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| In the sky you will see
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| Prophet of the end
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| You will know it’s the time
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| For the human race to bend |