| From far outside Earth’s fragile atmosphere
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| It’s clearly apparent that the end is near
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| The sleeper wakens and removes his golden casque
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| Vital signs return to his quiescent craft
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| He is truth
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| A word to the wise
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| God’s children are so young
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| They cannot realise
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| The difference between extinction and life
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| Is now only a matter of time
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| In the beginning was the knowledge he had carried far across the great unknown
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| Millenia have passed since he walked on the savannahs where the seeds of life
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| were sown
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| Yet even deep in slumber he could hear his children blunder to destruction
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| The caretaker of creation placed a fail-safe at the heart of his construction
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| Technologies intended as man’s slaves mutated now they are his masters
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| The trust they place in progress only serves to bring the last days nearer
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| faster
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| He is truth
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| A word to the wise
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| God’s children are so young
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| They cannot realise
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| The difference between extinction and life
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| Is now only a matter of time
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| I can see the oceans, stagnant and overflowing filled, with man-made waste
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| discharged
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| From my cosmic auditorium I view this crematorium that is your world at large
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| My ears hear the wailing of your children in a future close at hand
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| Just as it was before, so it may be again if you don’t try to understand
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| The seas will rise before your very eyes until they swallow up the land
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| If your polar ice caps melt the cards are dealt and you have died by your own
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| hands
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| I will never help you while you still persist in acting like you’re blameless
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| I would rather let your species die forgotten so your folly remains nameless
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| He is truth
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| A word to the wise
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| God’s children are so young
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| They cannot realise
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| The difference between extinction and life
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| Is now only a matter of time
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| When to mischief mortals bend their will
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| How quick they find the instruments of ill |