| Children of Gaia, mired in obfuscation
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| Will the veil ever be lifted?
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| Or will we continue to search in the dark?
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| We meet the truth we’ve been gifted
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| With a skeptic’s eye and a cynical heart
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| Who are we but the children of Gaia?
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| Who are we but the sons and daughters of life?
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| Make right our minds, make clear our path
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| Who are we, who are we?
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| That we may see our final task
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| Who are we, who are we?
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| Who are we but the children of Gaia
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| Who are we?
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| We, the children of Gaia, surrender to the divine
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| We must steady our hands and open our ears to end the divide
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| What is this gospel that you preach?
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| Who fed you lies?
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| Who fed you lies that you teach?
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| The word not obscured as you claim
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| The intent not absurd as you feign
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| You wear the coat that bears the stain
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| Yet you know the truth, speak not its name
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| Make right our minds, make clear our path
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| Who are we, who are we?
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| That we may see our final task
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| Who are we, who are we?
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| We, the children of Gaia, surrender to the divine
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| We must steady our hands and open our ears to end the divide
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| End the divide |