| Space natives deviating to the makeshift
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| A loop paradox carbon sequence now goes apshit
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| Time distends in the final throes of disbelief
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| Support systems fail as a cloud of black doubt is released
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| Multiverse potentials implode leaving few possibles
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| Those who can afford safety now recede into their capsules
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| Population figures cannot be infinitely expanded
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| Charged with the care of planets we have failed in our only mandate
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| A crude imitation of a life, yo come on
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| Reach your hand for that money but the money is gone
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| A crude imitation of a life, yo come on
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| Devoid of all meaning pain bodies roam reckless
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| Binary switches flicked by a stooge unaware that he is the magus
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| As we speak, new continents go online spitting pathogens
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| The game could change in the time it takes to get to mars and then back again
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| and I
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| Infiltrate your psyche like tar on the beaches
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| Like plastic pieces in the guts of sea creatures
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| Economies built on emptiness now reveal their hollow centers
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| Sights in rhythms and dark shades fire flash across receptors
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| Witnesses disappear like strange craft sighted over nova scotia
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| Paper trails go cold but what we demand is full disclosure
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| Meta-method bringing the lesson, I'm ever present
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| Who new that a species could have inbuilt obsolescence
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| A crude imitation of a life, yo come on
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| Reach your hand for that money but the money is gone
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| A crude imitation of a life, yo come on
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| Youth seduced consuming empty vision you
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| Abandoned and reduced them as they find
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| The path towards the source of power
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| Is littered with the poisoned bodies
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| Who, drifting from the path of reason
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| Were eating from he master’s hand |