| We are passing into a great change of species
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| And no matter how loudly the old authorities
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| may proclaim that this is not so, it is going to happen
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| Our moment of time, when population reaches it’s limit
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| and the world as we know it ends, is not about death at all
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| It is about ascending into a new kind of life
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| They only see to the sky
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| Our dreams and our lives
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| Our means to survive
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| But not between our eyes
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| We gotta free our minds and re-design them
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| Seek and find the trees to climb high and
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| Read the signs between the lines
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| Defeat the lies discreetly hiding deep inside them
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| Sheep unite and beat the tyrant
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| Leave the island but keep smiling (smiling)
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| 'Cause why try to fit in To this life that has been
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| Pre-planned to keep man in a cycle of sin
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| The fight could have been won
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| But we sit stunned
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| As we get drunk and forget once we were tricked
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| And now they can complete their goal
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| 'Cause we’re convinced that dung heaps are gold
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| People sold to keep our souls dug in Deeper holes than we could know we’re stuck in
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| «Now something is wrong with that… don’t you think?»
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| Life can be a sequence of precluded opportunities
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| just like d? |
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| vu that never ends
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| It seems our position as spirit beings
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| on this physical journey’s to make our moves and then
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| Life can be a sequence of precluded opportunities
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| just like d? |
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| vu that never ends
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| It seems our position as spirit beings
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| on this physical journey’s to make our moves and then ascend
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| I know sometimes it seems like it’s some kind of dream, right?
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| Some try to scream and reach the sunshining beams
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| But the path is paved with choices, and the voices tell you lies
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| But it’s your choice, your life, don’t wait for hell to rise
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| It won’t be televised in any case
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| On any stations anyways
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| Many wait for many saviors
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| Many say that any day
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| The penny’s they attempt to save will buy them plenty acres
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| And the petty labor’s every day’s work’s fruit can then be savored
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| Believe what you choose to but I refuse to surrender
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| To the people that rule you and their ruthless agendas
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| Spent a day away with me Don’t slave this week or play the game
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| End the pain, I’ll make you see
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| The sacred tree and break the chains
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| Leave your alleys and streets, walk the valleys and peaks with me This is all ours if you and I can just leave it be Freedom is as easy as believing that we’re one
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| Breathing it in deeply and the healing has begun
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| Until we change our ways
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| There’s no fucking way they’ll change their ways
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| Manipulate our brains with the airwaves
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| Our kids will face the same shit when they’re slaves
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| What gets me is they claim that it’s fair play
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| But label us insane if we dare say
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| Anything that unlocks the staircase
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| So they can keep us locked in a scared state
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| Yeah, but until I change my ways
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| There’s no fucking way you’ll change your ways
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| So we’ll keep celebrating Earth Day
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| Even though it’s clear it’s merely wordplay
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| What gets me is I know that they can cure AIDS
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| 'Cause they control the healthcare and the birthrate
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| Then indoctrinate us 'til we serve hate
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| And incarcerate us in this birdcage
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| «And what frightens me is that… people are simply letting it happen»
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| Sweatshop
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| You don’t need to believe it Or even agree with it But give yourself time to make memories then leave it Innocent Bystanders |