| Farcical fissures forming, Mother clenches on my wrist
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| Palpitating like a cyst
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| Black skies plague our atmosphere
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| Will we persist or adhere?
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| These feelings are atrocious, lost in complete mental exhaustion
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| Why must I carry burdens, when the world won’t even uphold itself? |
| (x2)
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| What will be left to destroy O' godforsaken Earth?
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| None forthcoming, pragmatically unbecoming. |
| (x2)
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| Six five, four three, two one
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| Sanity’s time is ticking, will we persist or be overrun?
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| Six five, four three, two one
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| Sanity’s time is ticking, cognitively we have come undone
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| What will be left to destroy O' godforsaken Earth?
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| Palpitating like a cyst, the beginning of the end
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| What will be left to destroy O' godforsaken Earth?
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| Oh no Mother, not again!
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| What will be left to destroy O' godforsaken Earth?
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| Palpitating like a cyst, the beginning of the end
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| Mother’s separation now will cause me great dismay
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| Now I know the meaning of an evil inner being with an animistic goal to
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| separate me from my family! |