| The message said the world was dying
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| The planet’s life was at an end
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| The monuments of men were crumbling
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| Cities drowning in the sand
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| Demise of an ailing nation
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| The machines of greed they fed
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| They led their realm to starvation
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| Now the engineers are dead
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| Thus they turned the cradle into a grave
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| Earth took back the treasures she once gave
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| Deep among the ruins grew a thorn
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| Extinction of a race, a new life was born
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| Answering the last transmission
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| We discovered a paradise
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| A world of endless green
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| And lifeforms never seen
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| Our leaders started a mission
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| We began our own demise
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| The machines of greed we fed
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| As a planet once more bled
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| Thus we turned the cradle into a grave
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| Taking back the treasures she once gave
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| Her old scars are bleeding, Earth is torn
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| How many times can nature be reborn — to another death
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| Senseless
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| We study but we never learn
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| Ravenous
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| We only see our gain
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| Blind
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| We fail to see the tables turn
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| Deaf
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| When nature roars in pain
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| Citadels that graze the stars
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| Slowly turning into scars
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| Senseless
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| We study but we never learn
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| Ravenous
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| We only see our gain
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| Blind
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| We fail to see the tables turn
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| Deaf
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| When nature roars in pain |