| Welcome to our doom, what we call earth!
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| and our slender speech of our race will set to fail.
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| Nation of an enigma, a troubled existence:
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| This is how people lose control!
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| — Son, this is the worst in me!
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| — Father, we will bring you relief!
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| FEAR MY WRATH!
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| Call it a solar flash — a reason to see and a reason to be.
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| Flashback of our coexisting disorders,
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| nightrage of our upcoming disease inside!
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| Let people raise their flags!
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| HELL NO! |
| Waiting the dawn, waiting the pest
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| to summarize how to merge with the everything
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| We are waiting the dawn.
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| The men who are waiting to be get known
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| and to be trigger it off to find where do I belong!
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| Hold on, I won’t raise the sea!
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| Father, bring this back to me!
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| — Son, this is the worst in me!
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| — Father, we will bring you relief!
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| If there is a sign that we are all waiting for! |
| If there is a sign:
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| than this is it, this is that sign!
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| You are setting up this world to an end!
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| New ark! |
| Ready to be released at the end!
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| Through the sun, the faith these designed bliss of frail words!
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| «You are the only one knows I am here, you are minority
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| and you better get used to it, but I’m not getting of this ark.» |