| There a world who’s smiling face
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| Was spinning in circles out in space
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| On the day that the architects
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| Have caused their plague of stone
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| Turn the ancient land to street
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| Spiral tower high defeats us
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| Bursting out, standing tall
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| In lands we call our own
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| Burst the dams with tidal waves
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| Of twisting walls, each brick in place
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| Into the dizzy heights the chase
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| But swaying in the wind
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| Tearing, clawing, burning down
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| Mountains hammered to the ground
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| Building cities, building towns
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| Not an inch of land unturned
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| Still stand the eyes of all
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| Gazing to the skies
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| Breathless and still none the wise
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| Of what they’ve really done
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| Looking back to see the past
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| They win the race yet finish last
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| You suffer from the spell they’ve cast
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| Spiral tower standing high
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| Smashing all it passes by
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| Earth lies bleeding starts to cry
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| No one cared to know
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| Money, greed sees falling trees
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| All dropping to their sickly knees
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| Found no cure for this disease
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| Nowhere left to go
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| Iron bars and bricks of stone
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| Have left the earth picked to the bone
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| Racing higher to the stars
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| The architects arise
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| Shattering the sky
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| To stand a thousand miles high
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| As the shaking spiral tower
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| Starts to fall to their surprise
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| Burning are the eyes
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| Wider just to see the skies
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| Out of breath, none the wise
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| Of what they’ve really done
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| A million light years from the past
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| We’re stepping forward, moving back
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| There it falls to die
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| To be born again |