| It rose before they even noticed
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| Another pyramid devised
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| On top a sleepless eye
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| Below they wondered why
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| They failed to strike at the foundation
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| And either way it’s suicide
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| A loss unless they climb
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| Lie back or cross a great divide
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| Can’t see the city from the high rise
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| Stay where it’s safe and warm inside
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| Sustain the artifice
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| Paying for what we missed
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| Protection from the dangers outside
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| And with our backs against a wall
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| You’re not like you you’re me
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| What’s left here for us to decide
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| Who fights a faith deep as an ocean
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| And here they say truth used to lie
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| The priests are keeping score
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| A tautological chore
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| And every tiny Armageddon
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| Will bring us closer to the shore
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| Relieved when they arrive
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| Maybe we’ll cross a great divide
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| Crooked empire declining
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| Recess secession still in mind
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| Who stops this poison crack from growing
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| Dreams die watched through slanted glass below the canyon’s yawning
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| With every backwards step march forward
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| And reassess the battle cry
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| Champion the wise
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| Tear off the wolf’s disguise
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| The case was stated we’re related
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| The case was made and we’re elated
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| The case was stated, we relayed it
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| The case was made and we’re related
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| What’s left here to decide |