| Cryonic nightmares: a hibernating breed
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| Alone throuhg the light-years, left to bleed…
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| A quick turmoil in an ever-changing sea
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| We are carbon waste lifeforms by chance design
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| On wet rock our premature lungs are gasping for air
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| Sliding down, down, down this steep decline
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| And the gods won’t tell us why
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| We are all left here to die
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| Our brains hunting for chemical relief
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| But this euphoria can’t touch the desensitized
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| Sleepwalking through an endless déjà vu
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| Sliding down, down, down this steep decline
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| And the gods won’t tell us why
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| We are all left here to die
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| We scrape the filth off of our souls
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| Tear the flesh off of our bones
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| We’ve been rotting since we were born
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| Still the gods won’t tell us why
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| We are all left here to die
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| In vessels designed for three decades of life
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| We are falling through time, holding on tight
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| Wondering why, why we must die
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| Even thousands of years down the line
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| And cancer will thrive on our bodies and minds
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| The tumors malign, but like maggots we’re blind
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| So we’re swarming like fles
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| To the last dying light
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| Though it’s viciously burning our eyes
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| We are all left here to die witnessing
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| This slow degeneration of the last mutation |