| These eyes shed their pupils when they glimpsed abyss
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| But now this brain can’t shed the thought
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| Of floating aimlessly alone in this space
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| So we came back so you could come with us
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| Why the resistance? |
| It’s useless to run
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| It’s only a matter of time — We’ll catch up
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| And drag everyone through a hole in the fabric
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| Of space-time. |
| It’s easy for us, automatic
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| God sent us back. |
| We were wrong —
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| Turns out suicide was a long
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| Route for returning to earth
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| Now the bombs mean we’re going to hell, best stay strong
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| At least you’ll have us, your new pals and buds
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| To comfort you as you go down through the muck
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| Cause where we’ll end up ain’t no light, ain’t no sound
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| Ain’t no good times — You get it? |
| We’re fucked!
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| We’ll pluck out your eyes so they won’t see the end
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| We’ll box out your ears so they can’t hear the end
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| We’ll tear out your tongue so it won’t taste the air
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| And fill up your lungs so the vacuum won’t torture them
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| God sent us back. |
| We were wrong —
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| Turns out suicide was a long
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| Route for returning to earth
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| Now the bombs mean we’re going to hell, best stay strong |