| I battle with these demons as I toss and turn at night
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| A bitter taste in my mouth, and then a blast of blinding light
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| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world
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| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods
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| 600 years of progress lost because of you
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| Can I get reparations to make up for this abuse?
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| I want some flying cars, a ticket to the stars,
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| or even just a world without religious wars
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| But this bitch ain’t stacked in my favor
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| We race towards the end of days
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| And while you pave way for your savior,
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| I fear the rationality of the faithfully insane
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| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world
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| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods
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| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world
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| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods
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| Still a credit to your ruse, what a beautiful excuse
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| to never open up your eyes and see the things you lose
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| Just climb the beanstalk when you die
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| and meet the giant in the sky
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| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world
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| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods
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| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world
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| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods
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| I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world
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| Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods |