| Thus spake Zarathustra, for someone had to speak
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| The silence was so icy on that lofty fucking peak
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| Exchanging stately glances we knew without a word
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| That we were far above the world, the common fucking herd
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| For all the things that we believed
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| Nothing’s ever been achieved
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| But loneliness, fucking loneliness
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| All this work since we began
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| We outstripped the everyman
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| For loneliness, fucking loneliness
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| We rolled our eyes and with our sighs
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| Agreed that we were lost
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| The oxygen was thinning and our lungs filled up with frost
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| Our strengths had been our weakness
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| Our knowledge just a fog
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| Who needs information when they’ve got a fucking god?
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| All the things that we believed
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| Nothing’s really been achieved
|
| But loneliness, fucking loneliness
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| All this work since we began
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| We became the supermen
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| For loneliness, fucking loneliness
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| So Zarathustra vanished and I was left alone
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| I switched on Al Jazeera, we were at war with Iran
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| I set aside my iPad without one fucking word
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| For I was in my happy place above the fucking herd
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| All the things that we believed
|
| Nothing’s really been achieved
|
| But loneliness, fucking loneliness
|
| All this work since we began
|
| We became the supermen
|
| For loneliness, fucking loneliness
|
| For all the things that we believed
|
| Nothing’s ever been achieved
|
| But loneliness, fucking loneliness
|
| All this work since we began
|
| We outstripped the everyman
|
| For loneliness, fucking loneliness |