- War and Peace, Alla Ome,
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Jordan Amen, we burn!
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- Live broadcast from A. Pallada, channel seven,
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From the surface where everything is mined.
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- War and Peace, Alla Ome,
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Jordan Amen, we burn!
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- Live broadcast from A. Pallada, channel seven,
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From the surface where everything is mined.
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Orbit, the planet is collapsing
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Resentment to ashes, and therefore
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Groin strikes are no longer banned
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The arbiter is fear and the Black Wind.
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Without releasing the scepter, at three in the morning the snow pours,
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Wild is right, we're at ground zero!
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Concrete frames in the ashes, under pressure,
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Flashes hardened my receptors.
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We are targets, in a blizzard our bodies are priceless,
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In a noose, under the panther's paw,
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Smoldering under fluorescent light.
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Nine-nine out of a hundred percent
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Bestsellers like Book of the Church,
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Runaways, three, bound by one chain,
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While intact, glue flyers at gunpoint
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About the World, in the ruins of the center.
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Extraterrestrial technology drives to hurry,
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Such a century has come, running for a hundred years,
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Light from fires, blood, catastrophe,
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More Luminary does not rise in the east.
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We were covered in pain
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Therefore, we are fighting underground,
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A story without words, how many were swept away that spring,
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I still remember.
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Soaring in weightlessness
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Fire on the helpless
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Upturned face to the ground,
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Luminous beings argue about who is more powerful,
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Who is stronger, whose shield is stronger?
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From these questions our race has disappeared
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Beyond that eternal Light,
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And now only the gleam of eyes in the dark caves.
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- War and Peace, Alla Ome,
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Jordan Amen, we burn!
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- Live broadcast from A. Pallada, channel seven,
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From the surface where everything is mined.
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- War and Peace, Alla Ome,
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Jordan Amen, we burn!
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- Live broadcast from A. Pallada, channel seven,
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From the surface where everything is mined. |