| I sense the body moving
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| Pressing onward through time
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| I chase a pure emotion
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| That will never be mine
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| Across a killing field
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| That younger men call eternity
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| Onward to the moment
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| That has always been reserved for me
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| And no god, no angel
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| Can turn my life around and set my spirit free
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| Back to the gate then
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| To a man-cave goes the bog man king
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| A painted nature dome
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| Where they treasure blood more than anything
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| A second sun, a second moon
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| He paints the world in motion
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| Red on maroon
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| A second sun, a second moon
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| He paints the world in motion
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| Red on maroon
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| God’s own playthings rejoice in war
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| There is nothing that God loves more
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| The new breed is born, whip in hand
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| Inverted sun over western lands
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| Invent a God for yourself
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| And you may
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| Enjoy yourself!
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| So what’s the matter now?
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| Are you disappointed too?
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| The world has waited long enough
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| The world goes on without you
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| A second sun, a second moon
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| The world is in motion
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| Red on maroon
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| Fragmentation of time and truth
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| Fossil children and fossil youth
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| Skulls of parents with mummy eyelids
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| Parents that have survived their kids
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| Lift their banners out of the dust
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| The wind is made of chalk and rust
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| You’re the only one left to see
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| Flaming sunrise that once saw me
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| Seek no strength in numbers
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| There is no strength in numbers
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| I seek no strength in numbers
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| There’ll be no strength in numbers anymore
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| A second sun, a second moon
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| The world is in motion
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| Red on maroon
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| You may be alive
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| But you are dying…
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| Constantly
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| No god, no angel
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| Can turn my life around and set my spirit free
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| You’re the only one left to see
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| Flaming sunrise that once saw me |