| The migration must begin, and we didn’t learn to fly
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| As a bird with broken wings we must be left behind
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| We had it all, but we are insatiable
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| Free will used to destroy
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| Now He just left us alone
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| His nausea was too strong
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| Tired of watching us killing everything for nothing
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| Ashamed of what He thought was his most perfect creation
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| Thanks to Him for all he has given us, ingenuous generous
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| But He missed a small detail: We prefer limitation
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| Collapsing — The rift is irreparable
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| Untenable — Golden calves are falling
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| Awaking — No divine in heaven
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| Recycling is coming…
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| Good bye my friend — We’ll have to grow
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| Time to wean — Now on our own
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| Idols fall — myths undone
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| The establishment’s truth broken
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| His distorted figure brought out our worst, we worshiped him with slaughter
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| So many tears and prayers in vain, he was only a spectator
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| Did he choose to speak for him those self-centred dictators?
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| Self-styled «holy men» paraphrasing what they’ve never heard,
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| what was never felt, just their sick lies, that intent to form herds |
| Words of God written by men? |
| …where common sense is censured
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| Which fool needs that anyway?
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| Find His wisdom in nature
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| Collapsing — The rift is irreparable
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| Untenable — Golden calves are falling
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| Awaking — No more sedatives
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| Recycling is coming…
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| Good bye my friend — We need to grow
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| Time to awake — God is gone
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| What now with all the middlemen?
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| Now you can tell me if truly you have spoken to them
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| What now? |
| That it’s senseless to stare at heaven
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| Maybe we’ll use that time to watch the earth
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| What now, that we don’t have to fear you?
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| Maybe without that fear we can evolve
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| What now that religions are senseless?
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| Maybe we can all together embrace the world
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| Collapsing — The rift is irreparable
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| Untenable — Golden calves are falling
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| Awaking — The divine within
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| Recycling is coming |