| I’m standing on the shore line
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| Staring out at awe with it
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| Can barely pause for thought
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| I’m feeling caught up in the raw abyss
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| The cumulonimbus
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| Drifts forth as the power shifts
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| Risk it all, life’s the cost
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| Truly you’re unanimous
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| The powerful are powerless
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| In a storm when the hour hits
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| The sun goes down
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| As the darkness starts to devour it
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| Countered by the mountains
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| Surrounding down on a gravel strip
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| Everything around
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| Is a product of its environment
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| No anti virus viable
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| Tribals are all denying it
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| Written in the scriptures
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| The Mayans have been supplying it
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| Material possessions are deaded
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| There ain’t a vice for it
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| Tectonics shaking
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| And places are getting violently hit
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| It’s cataclysmic in the eyes
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| Of the beholder
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| Like volcanoes when erupting
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| And lava is spilling over
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| As tsunamis getting larger
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| And tearing up half the coastal
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| UFO’s are in the sky
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| And artilleries looming over
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| It’s a mission for the military
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| Unity is the only hope star
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| How will we survive
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| It’s a matter of your opinion
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| It solely be the minions
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| Chilling in equilibrium
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| I still stand living
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| The opposite of equivalent
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| I still stand living
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| The opposite of equivalent
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| I see the storms coming
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| I see the floods running
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| We’re on a war path now
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| The self-destruct button’s
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| Been pressed by our actions
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| Cause we’ve all forgotten
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| How to treat the world now
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| So it’s all or nothing |