| They made speeches preparations unavoidable the day
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| When a future great eradicator comes
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| Biding silently the tidings as there’s little left to say
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| Little time, little minds, little ones
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| Hear the echoes of a nightmare close their minds to the decay
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| Sifting through the languid rapture dreams of some
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| Just a universal blinking repetition has its say
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| Little time, little minds, little ones
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| There’s a writhing beauty once the ego’s cast away
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| Once disposed nulls the throes supposed by they
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| Like the roach we encroach upon the means by which we stay
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| No surprise the wiser never pray
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| And the queens still give their orders and the soldiers still obey
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| Spreading forth to every corner 'neath the sun
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| Do they know their procreation self-exterminates their ways
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| Little time, little minds, little ones
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| There’s a writhing beauty once the ego’s cast away
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| Once disposed nulls the throes supposed by they
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| Like the roach we encroach upon the means by which we stay
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| No surprise the wiser never pray
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| And the queens still give their orders and the soldiers still obey
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| Spreading forth to every corner 'neath the sun
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| Do they know their procreation self-exterminates their ways
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| Little time, little minds, little ones |