| I’ve lost my faith in humanity
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| As I spin around the sun
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| I’m left to wonder why
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| A race of intelligent creatures
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| Must fight for position of power
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| Now my soil is spoiled due to
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| What’s become of your contention
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| Unnecessary, simple minded, arbitrary actions
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| So change your ways of hostility
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| And vanity and all the vices in between
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| Before I take it all away
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| The clock it’s ticking pick it up, go!
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| All I’m trying to find
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| Is a way that I can show you
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| What you’ve done to me inside
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| You’ve poisoned the surface
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| Without any purpose
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| And I can bring the cold till your blood doesn’t flow
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| Fire from my vents I can throw
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| Well you’ve done me a favor
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| You saved me the labor
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| Now I can shed my skin
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| Now I can shed my skin
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| So I can start again
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| My my my, you’ve really done it this time
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| What kind of species would annihilate their only home
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| Oh you’ve dug yourself into a hole, a pit that never ends
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| You should know from the books that you’ve read
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| I’ve been through this a time or two
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| The fossils were the clue I left to you
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| So maybe you’ll take this advice and
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| Change your ways of hostility
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| And vanity and all the vices in between
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| Before I take it all away
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| Your time is quickly running out, and
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| All I’m trying to find
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| Is a way that I can show you
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| What you’ve done to me inside
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| You’ve poisoned the surface
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| Without any purpose
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| And I can bring the cold till your blood doesn’t flow
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| Fire from my vents I can throw
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| Well you’ve done me a favor
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| You saved me the labor
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| Now I can shed my skin
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| Now I can shed my skin
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| So I can start again
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| You’ve been with me from the beginning
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| (I fed you, I gave you life)
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| And without you I’ll stop spinning
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| (I can’t sustain my spin)
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| Why would you destroy what I provide?
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| I withhold a molten supply of ethical rehabilitation
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| And I reserve the right to exterminate you
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| When I feel the time is right
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| GENOCIDE!
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| Don’t let me catch you fall out of line
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| All I’m trying to find
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| Is a way that I can show you
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| What you’ve done to me inside
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| You’ve poisoned the surface
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| Without any purpose
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| And I can bring the cold till your blood doesn’t flow
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| Fire from my vents I can throw
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| Well you’ve done me a favor
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| You saved me the labor
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| Now I can shed my skin |