| The mist crawling through the clouds
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| Paranoia breach in our minds
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| Veiled sanity like a shroud
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| And forced us to resign
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| And they came from the skies
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| Shape shifting in our fears
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| Enslaved the strongest specimens
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| And the soil was moisted with our tears
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| Devoured our souls
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| Its inhabitants crushed our hope
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| Nebula took the crowd control
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| The mist crawling through the clouds
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| Fear became our daily bread
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| Closing in, suffocating the pride
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| Until everything but animal was dead
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| And they came from the skies
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| Shape shifting in our fears
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| Enslaved the strongest specimens
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| And the soil was moisted with our tears
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| Devoured our souls
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| Its inhabitants crushed our hope
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| Nebula took the crowd control
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| Consumed by their twisted therapy
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| (And fist upon our soul)
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| We lost our guts, we lost our path
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| (And fist upon our soul)
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| Nailed, shut and chained inside misery
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| (And fist upon our soul)
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| We realized we’ll never come back
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| (And fist upon our soul)
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| Devoured our souls
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| Its inhabitants crushed our hope
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| Nebula took the crowd control
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| And they came from the skies |