| They say there are miracles every day
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| Tell me what’s natural
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| Rather catching a bullet parade
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| Than everlast in «lifeland»
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| Making you believe this is the dream
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| Subconcious sanctuary
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| High on the forced art of evolution
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| Feels like divine
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| Time won’t heal all your scars
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| Though it’s hard to believe, we’re the new gods
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| You are falling off behind
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| But we never can go back to justify you
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| We are leaving you alone and we never will return
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| To serve you better
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| Surgeons are the prophets of today
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| Turning blindness into enlightment
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| Plastic is divine material
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| Contradictive are our preachers
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| Forever wonder who’s to throw the first stone
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| Is it he all free from sin
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| Or is it the one with the greater lie?
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| Time won’t heal all your scars
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| Though it’s hard to believe, we’re the new gods
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| You are falling off behind
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| But we never can go back to justify you
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| We are leaving you alone and we never will return
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| To serve you better
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| We will trample down the walls
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| This will go on, we’ll never learn
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| You are nothing on your own |