| Rows of drones work in symmetrical methods
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| Whips crack against their backs as the drudge towards the awn
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| Fever arrives from above as they’re ascending towards the eye of Ra
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| Appease the gods
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| The river lifts the burden from the shoulders of the slave
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| The gods devour art
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| Artwork obscured by the mistrust of modern man
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| The ode to the resilience of mankind is born
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| Their faces in line with each direction
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| Scattered all across the world
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| Monuments of hope
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| As men, we have created but as legends, we have defined the possible
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| The rows on the earth have ascended the brick
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| Rope glides over tree and stone
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| The effort to please is nearing an end
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| Still the eye provides what can not be seen
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| The ode to the resilience of mankind is born
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| Their faces in line with each direction
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| Scattered all across the world
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| Monuments of hope
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| As men, we have created but as legends, we have defined the possible. |
| x2
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| Pull! |
| x2
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| As braid burns flesh we must
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| Pull! |
| x2
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| To lay our king to rest
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| Pull! |
| x2
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| As braid burns flesh we must
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| Pull! |
| x2
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| Find faith in force
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| The ode to the resilience of mankind is born
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| Their faces in line with each direction
|
| Scattered all across the world
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| Monuments of hope
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| As men, we have created but as legends, we have defined the possible |