| Harsh times are coming to Planet Stoked
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| We lost our orbit when we toked the devil’s smoke
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| Acid is falling, raining bad trips
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| Melting our memories with nothing to transmit
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| I’m done with crying in my sleep
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| Dying in my dreams
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| Phantom limbs, solar winds
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| Blistering the sky
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| Dimensions open wide
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| Cosmic war, nuclear
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| Nothing is the same
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| We are the ones to blame
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| Doom is ruling, deadly vaccine
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| There is no mercy when the master’s a machine
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| We lost our purpose, buried in bones
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| Burning with th fever of the sickly thron
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| I feel extinction and exhaust
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| Fuelling holocaust
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| Phantom limbs, solar winds
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| Blistering the sky
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| Dimensions open wide
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| Cosmic war, nuclear
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| Nothing is the same
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| We are the ones to blame
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| We used to be entwined in fate
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| 'Til we swallowed black clouds
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| And birthed out storms of hate
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| Harsh Times On Planet Stoked
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| I’m done with crying in my sleep
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| Dying in my dreams
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| Phantom limbs, solar winds
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| Blistering the sky
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| Dimensions open wide
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| Cosmic war, nuclear
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| Nothing is the same
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| Nothing is the same
|
| Phantom limbs, solar winds
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| Blistering the sky
|
| Dimensions open wide
|
| Cosmic war, nuclear
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| Nothing is the same
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| We are the ones to blame |