| Kaleidoskop
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| About Science
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| The pale sun spits a slow death down
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| to his blinded mankind
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| while the wooden horse of science
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| elevates a grey hell to the sky
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| so the little superbrains
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| declare madness for sense
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| and fear, the mother of
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| all social violence
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| eats tiny pieces of
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| normal life as tribute for
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| general apathy
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| the blue moon pukes compassion over
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| a world of concrete emotion
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| researches found some new lines
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| in their hymbooks and they read
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| so the little superbrains
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| confused by their control
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| now will this be the end
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| or be the new way
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| final death — we will see
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| the future of — can it be
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| look into my eyes
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| controlled by confusion
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| confused by control
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| they feel like magicians
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| in our tortured world
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| science now — the unstopable
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| weapon of — masterminds
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| sacrificed — all the knowledge of
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| normal life — to their cause
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| science
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| so the little superbrains
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| declare madness for sense
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| and fear, the mother of
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| all social violence
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| eats tiny pieces of
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| normal life as tribute for
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| general apathy
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| a black sea — cleanse us with poison
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| and washed all — hope out with the tide
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| returning with a toxic cocktail
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| on the thereshold of our pride
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| one last experiment
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| gives us a second sight
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| too late the mirror of
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| all that’s be done in fright
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| is slowly steamed up by
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| one more network of lies
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| losing all control
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| controlled by confusion
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| confused by control
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| they feel like magiciens
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| in our tortured world
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| controlled by confusion
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| confusion … |