| Hail, oh dying race!
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| In the zoo, made of clay, highly favored
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| In the zoo, fear not the wind
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| Cast upon thee 'cause you’ve overshadowed time
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| Leave your rubbles on the earth
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| There’s no turning back to witness the fear
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| There’s no way or will
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| Teach me to forget my days, my dreams, my past
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| There’s no turning back to what you leave
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| Your rubbles on the earth!
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| Spreading my wings, the storm won’t let me fall
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| The distant cold illusion is spreading my wings
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| The great collapse, its aura
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| Feel the divine, burn your hands against lava
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| The storm won’t let me fall!
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| I’ve lived the dream, I’ve seen uniqueness
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| Contemplate, no dance will take me home
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| Distant thunders and a trembling hand
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| Eternal mystery revealed never to the lambs
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| I sink in the vortex of sand
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| Am I here for the departure of grace?
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| Revolution time is now, is the latter day for living dead:
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| The distance, the light, the cold of the illusion of
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| The eye will see, my wings as they disgust me
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| There is no hope!
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| No lesson learned, the medium is the disease
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| Rebuilding time
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| Far from redemption, futile will
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| Obscure by clouds
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| I’m lost |