| Lives erased
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| Their memories will never surface again
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| Now our plan for domination is at hand
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| Harvest the flesh
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| Enslave the planet they call home
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| For one thousand fucking years
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| This is the age of new direction
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| No one stands in the way of our reign over this sector that has been newly
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| claimed
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| I’ll evade the sun
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| This life is given to those in the shadows
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| Now I must erase the sight of the living
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| And seperate from the eyes
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| Swallow the ink down
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| Might as well, we’re all destined to fall off the pages we’ve written
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| Call it fate or whatever the brain will label it as
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| While we return to the planet
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| Reason with the body
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| The death isn’t what it seems
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| We are now the ones to be extinct
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| Only forgivness can end this
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| Death it seems
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| Death it seems
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| So imminent
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| There is nothing that can be done here
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| Suppressing
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| Suppressing
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| The impending destruction of our race as we know
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| I’ll evade the sun
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| This life is given to those in the shadows
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| Now I must erase the sight of the living
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| And seperate from the eyes
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| Eyes from around
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| They gather in disbelief
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| Of the air we breathe
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| And the little we know of it
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| This is a time for evaluation
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| Collecting the mind of a conscious infinity
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| Accepting the consequence of the ignorance
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| Changes how you perceive
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| Within this a truth and a reason
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| Met with distaste
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| Falling from the heavens above
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| We’ve been
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| We’ve been dethroned
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| Our lives must replay
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| In hope of ascending peacefully
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| Let the violence bring us home
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| Take us away from what we know
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| ~Set in by Henrik Wigum |