| We will not be satisfied, for there is nothing we cannot alter
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| Until we find a cure of death, until we walk upon the water
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| There came a time when I could make sense of nothing
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| I went down to a little shrine to wash away the sins I was carrying
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| There came a moment of absolution
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| The blessed light shone down from the heavens
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| Was just about the time that the gunmen burst in firing
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| It’s pretty hard to think at all when all about is screaming
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| Electricity charge crackles in the air
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| The lightning is going to strike but we don’t know where
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| Or when, we just know that it’s coming
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| And we change just like the weather
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| The winds blow a little stronger
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| The high tide reaches a little further up the beach
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| And the sun burns hotter
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| And we all grow a little madder
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| As the pressure rises up a little higher
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| And you and I we just get harder
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| And the spaces between us wider
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| Now beauty and landscapes are what appear on the screen
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| Where the forests have been manicured and the oceans clean
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| Through the telescopic sights, the drones and the satellites
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| We can sit back in a chair and stalk our prey
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| We command the machines and the machines obey
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| The animals turn in panic and try to get away
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| We fetishize the things we love and then kill them anyway
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| And deep in the ground, amongst the bones
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| A million dragon’s teeth are sown
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| While high above the systems realign
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| In a swirl of water and air
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| And we change just like the weather
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| The wind blows a little stronger
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| The high tides reach a little further above the beach
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| And the sun burns hotter
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| And we all grow a little madder
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| As the pressure creeps up a little higher
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| And the rivers flow a little deeper
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| As the floodwaters stretch a little further
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| And the hillsides they just grow drier
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| And the fires catch a little faster
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| And you and I we just get harder
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| And the spaces between us wider
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| And we change just like the weather
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| The winds blow a little stronger
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| The high tide reaches a little further up the beach
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| And the sun burns hotter
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| And the hillsides they just grow drier
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| And the fires catch a little faster
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| And you and I we just get harder
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| And the spaces between us wider |