| Cursed we are above all contentment
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| Breaking the evolution
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| Our history swept away
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| We are shattered by our prey
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| Lushing, spoiling
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| Staring through the eyes of decay
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| Comfort is losing contrast in this light
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| Ignorance eradicating
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| This life draws to an end
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| We need to find the strength
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| To put the earth in motion
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| Behold, ignorance is our new messiah
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| Abundant rays, all light from the sun
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| Gaze into the fire
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| And the soothing winds
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| In our eyes, in our nerves
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| As our colors are fading out
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| Just like birds in the storm
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| So let the squall come, waking us
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| «As tidal waves hit solid ground no permanence is ours
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| We are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds»
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| Minor Earth, major skies
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| The summit of the syntaxis of all life
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| Is eroding along the path
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| The great ocean road
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| And its walls that always change
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| Are still rising up
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| The distribution of energy
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| In dissonant directions
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| A shift of paradigms
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| Are these enough answers to our questions
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| As we dive
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| We might see a new dawn
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| This life that carries on
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| Promenading through the storm
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| This everlasting chase
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| The ways that seize the days
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| Predicted to amaze
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| Serenity will pave
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| The inner state of grace
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| As tidal waves break down
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| Consciousness collides
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| No permanence is ours |