| Born into an ageless fossilized tribe, at last I wake up
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| My body and my heart both bleed for man’s destiny
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| As budding as disappointing, it will hasten Adam’s coming
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| Now all seems clear and outlined to me as it must be
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| Born at the dawn of evolution, I finally wake up
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| My mind and my hand both sign man’s destiny
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| My cavern will be the concrete expression of my genius through the centuries
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| Now all seems clear and outlined to me as it must be
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| Broken, snatched, hacked, scattered
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| Men and Women hand over your souls and give them to Adam
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| Destroyed, carved, mutilated, mangled
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| Men and Women give me your rests to illustrate my account
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| For decades, I built the story of the one who will save the earth from decay
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| Day after day, I shaped, I shaped Adam’s existence, the saviours
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| The stone got the gift to convey absolute equilibrium
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| Blood permits to create the sadistic dimension for history’s survival
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| Now all seems clear and outlined to me as it must be
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| My work will be my existence, my cave will become my art
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| My music the sound of stone against stone
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| My pain the one of others, limbs that I’ll snatch from victims
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| Now all seems clear and outlined to me as it must be |