| From far outside
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| Earth’s fragile atmosphere
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| It’s clearly apparent that the end is near
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| The sleeper wakens and removes
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| His golden casque
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| Vital signs return to his quiescent craft.
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| He is truth — a word to the wise
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| Gods children are so young
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| They cannot realise
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| The difference between extinction
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| And life is now only a matter of time.
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| In the beginning was the knowledge
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| He had carried far across
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| The great unknown
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| Millenia have passed since he walked
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| On the savannah where the seeds
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| Of life were sown.
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| Yet even deep in slumber he could hear
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| His children blunder to destruction
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| The caretaker of creation placed a fail-safe
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| At the heart of his construction.
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| Technologies intended
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| As mans slaves mutated
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| Now they are his masters
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| The trust they place in progress
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| Only serves to bring
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| The last days nearer faster.
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| He is truth — a word to the wise
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| Gods children are so young
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| They cannot realise
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| The difference between extinction
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| And life is now only a matter of time.
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| I can see the oceans
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| Stagnent and overflowing
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| Filled with man made waste discharged
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| From my cosmic auditorium
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| I view this crematorium
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| That is your world at large
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| My ears hear the wailing of your children
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| In a future close at hand
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| Just as it was before — so it may be again
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| (If you don’t try to understand)…
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| The seas will rise before your very eyes
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| Until they swallow up the land
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| If your polar ice caps melt
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| The cards are dealt
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| And you have died by your own hands
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| I will never help you while you still persist
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| In acting like you’re blameless
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| I would rather let your species die forgotten
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| So your folly remains nameless.
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| He is truth — a word to the wise
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| Gods children are so young
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| They cannot realise
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| The difference between extinction
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| And life is now only a matter of time.
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| When to mischief mortals bend their will
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| How quick they find the instruments of ill. |