| Hunter of the silent darkness--
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| Mighty steel leviathan,
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| Rise from your nocturnal vigil--
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| 'Davey Jones' the time has come.
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| Send spitting fires and roaring thunder--instigate Poseidon’s wrath,
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| Unleash the terrors of the deep uncertain of the aftermath.
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| Attack is the best form of defense--fingers on a keyboard play,
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| When genocide’s a numbered sequence death is but a breath away.
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| I. I hear sirens screaming--
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| C. See lightning rip the sky,
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| B. Be afraid my darling--
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| M. Embrace me as we die.
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| Dark clouds gather (tensions mounting)--current tides are making waves,
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| They navigate a sea of tears--above them storms in tea-cups rage.
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| Only Jonah 'neath the ocean witnesses the damage done,
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| But can’t turn back the hands of time--none can unload a smoking gun.
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| I. I hear sirens screaming--
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| C. See lightning rip the sky,
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| B. Be afraid my darling--
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| M. Embrace me as we die.
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| The lords of Fleet Street speculate--as noble statesmen mediate,
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| They tread on thin ice cracked by hate--one slip could spell disaster.
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| We gave you power to decide--but now you gamble with our lives,
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| We’ve all been taken for a ride--next stop the hereafter.
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| These implements of science-friction--
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| Are the pawns of power play,
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| By splitting hairs and splitting atoms--
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| They’ll kill us all the 'new-clear' way.
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| Entice us through Megeddo’s gateway on this final exodus,
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| As flesh is turned to ash and vapour by the fires of 'terminus.' |