| Satellites are falling to the ground
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| The trusting don’t make a sound
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| What are we here for?
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| There are lights in the sky
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| Brightly flashing in patterns
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| (Mr. Lazio was so right)
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| The horizon is filled with strobes of light
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| The auroras create a different night
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| Losing touch with our sense of fear
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| This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel
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| This isn’t human, I know this can’t be human
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| The ulterior are here
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| The world is in an uproar
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| Oblivious to warnings
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| That are embroidered by the media
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| (Mr. Lazio was so right)
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| The horizon is filled with strobes of light
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| The auroras create a different night
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| Losing touch with our sense of fear
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| This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel
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| This isn’t human, I know this can’t be human
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| Will they devour our world whole
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| Or spit it out because of the wretched taste?
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| The horizon is filled with strobes of light
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| The auroras create a different night
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| Losing touch with our sense of fear
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| This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel
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| The emotion arrived, disappears from what once was home |