| What will you tell your children
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| When they ask you «what went wrong»
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| How can you paint a picture of a paradise lost
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| To eyes that know only a wasteland
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| How will you justify, justify watching the world die
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| The clock is ticking, can’t you feel our days are numbered
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| Head first into disaster from which there will be no return
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| With narrow minds we decimate our one true home
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| Cast into oblivion, judgment is calling
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| Behold the pale horse
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| This is the funeral of the Earth
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| Behold the pale horse
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| This is the funeral
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| The blind eye can no longer be cast
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| The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
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| The blind eye can no longer be cast
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| There will be no future, if we can’t learn from our mistakes
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| The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
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| There will be no future, if we can’t learn
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| A forced extinction closes out the age of apathy
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| The final act, sacrifice the world’s ecology
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| The death of beauty, the death of hope
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| Cast before the throne of avarice, judgment is calling
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| Behold the pale horse
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| This is the funeral of the Earth
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| Behold the pale horse
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| This is the funeral
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| The blind eye can no longer be cast
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| There will be no future, if we can’t learn from our mistakes
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| The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
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| There will be no future, if we can’t learn
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| I can’t watch it burn
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| Behold the pale horse |