| I call forth the Metaphor of a Dragon /
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| The Phoenix rising / A Queen playing a violin /
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| On the sands of Pangaea /
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| And she was talking with the Pharaoh Akhenaten /
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| They watched the sun set down on the read clay /
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| It penetrated then expanded their DNA /
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| Then fast forward to flash floods /
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| Then comes influenza the influence of society /
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| Unable to handle the power of what Chaos is /
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| Afraid of our own Shadow/ Can we handle it /
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| And when we do truly finally embrace /
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| Humanity’s Grace / The home to the holiest place /
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| Allow your dreams to be the path way /
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| For the Soul will follow / its only natural /
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| Don’t be confused by the news how it’s setting us up /
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| Their feeding us with violence /
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| Violating our boundaries the calls been placed /
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| With the hands of God we digging down in the depths of The darkness and as I
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| wonder what harmony /
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| Really feels like is it God like is it all right /
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| And why would I want to sabotage / I’ve got a shield Made of physical flesh my
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| hearts wide open /
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| Imagine living in a world /
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| Where looking at a casket /
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| Is a celebration / Not just fear of death /
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| A holy reunion / Emancipation /
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| And as the clock keeps ticking / |