| The core shrinks in gravity’s embrace,
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| Too blind to ee how amazing is the sun,
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| The air somniferous, the sultry eyes of god,
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| Too blind to see how amazing it explodes…
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| Too scared to breathe transsubstance,
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| The holy and the divine with a big black hole in his head,
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| No time to blink, no time to reveal,
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| No time to think of the true meaning of pain…
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| God’s word is a poised dagger,
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| When he stabs, he never forgets to twist…
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| It’s the way the world will end,
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| We line up in a row
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| To see nothing but the black,
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| The black horizon!
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| Drink blood from a Jesus' cup,
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| To meet enlightenment,
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| We line up in a row,
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| To face the final guillotine…
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| May the world explode in endothermic glory,
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| May the sun erase our story,
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| I am the tree connected to the stars
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| I’m the spirit in which I will last…
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| I shed the blood that filled the river wide,
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| Only to feel the sun burn my heart dry,
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| For I am the tree connected to the earth,
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| I’m the spirit in which I expand… |