| Recrudescence is the habitat we’ve built for ourselves
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| Whether we were conscious or not
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| The threshold is finally surpassed
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| Heading to the resurrection of remote plagues
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| Slowly sinking into hazardous waters
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| We were intoxicated by our very will
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| To pursue a fragment of happiness
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| We crafted the poison that is dooming an entire biosphere
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| Cause and effect diverge
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| Casting uncertainty on every effort
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| Since every action blurs the scope
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| We face the heterogony of ends
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| Digging too deep into the ground
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| Toying with what wasn’t meant to be found
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| Sparking forces that will wear us down
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| Creating objects that exceed our cognitive bounds
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| We can’t reform and we can’t amend
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| This implacable greed
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| Combined with ruthless intellect
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| We’ve come too late to hinder the process
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| And too early to surrender to its pace
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| Our predicament seems hopeless
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| But we’re too stubborn to be swept away
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| This plastic prison we’ve carefully put in place
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| As a ruse too subtle to avoid
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| Boundless pitfall to which we are all prey
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| Designed by fiends with prosthetic fates
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| Cause and effect diverge
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| Casting uncertainty on every effort
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| Since every action blurs the scope
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| We face the heterogony of ends
|
| Digging too deep into the ground
|
| Toying with what wasn’t meant to be found
|
| Sparking forces that will wear us down
|
| Creating objects that exceed our cognitive bounds
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| We can’t reform and we can’t amend
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| This implacable greed
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| Combined with ruthless intellect
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| Venom drips from our open veins
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| All our means are now set to fail
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| Our predicament seems hopeless
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| But we’re too stubborn to be swept away
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| Venom drips from our open veins
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| All our means are now set to fail |