| Vapour trails chase down the setting sun
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| And the silence comes in dreams of everyone.
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| Hieroglyphic prophecy in digital display,
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| Racing to the end of time, we don’t really wanna know the way.
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| Illumination, my divine right.
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| I’m separation of earth and state.
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| Black crosses in the sun, waiting for us
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| Down lonely horizons.
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| We’re wasting away, we’re down on our knees,
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| Awaiting prophecy from someone else’s dreams.
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| Empty eyes stare through the blackened sun.
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| We can rise only to become undone.
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| One thousand fathoms deep below the darkest ocean depths
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| To radiated heavens floating just beyond our reach.
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| We are the light that fuels the sun,
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| To burn no more and cave in on us.
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| Black crosses in the sun, waiting for us
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| Down lonely horizons.
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| We’re wasting away, we’re down on our knees,
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| Awaiting prophecy from someone else’s dreams.
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| I hear the rapture now.
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| We are dead space in time.
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| The signal’s coming in and out.
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| We are the lonely ones.
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| We are the lonely ones.
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| Black crosses in the sun, waiting for us
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| Down lonely horizons.
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| Black crosses in the sun, we’re wasting away,
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| Down lonely horizons.
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| Black crosses in the sun, waiting for us,
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| Awaiting prophecy from someone else’s dreams.
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| We’re wasting away, we’re down on our knees. |