| Some still believe in magic
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| Higher meaning, a higher purpose and a celestial power
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| Even at the brink of ruin they believe
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| A man made doom
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| A mushroom cloud created by our own hands, and yet still mankind
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| Stands in awe, silently praying
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| Staring at a nuclear light as if it were the Rapture
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| … Like our demise would be the act of a god
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| Mental ghosts passed on down, generation to generation
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| Science is rejected, cities fall
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| Governments start new wars, smoke screens
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| Silent weapons for a cold war
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| Information is power, power to take a life, information is free
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| Morality, no longer is among us
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| As another kick hits the broken bones
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| Another bullet takes flight. |
| Lights out
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| Death shines like the only surviving star. |
| Still they believe in gods
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| Raise the flags of heresy, march towards the atomic light
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| With the knowledge that we brought this upon ourselves
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| Reject the gods, watch them burn. |
| Do not trust that science
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| Will save us—we used it to take us to the brink of apocalypse
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| There are no gods. |
| There are no kings. |
| This is the end
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| … And we are the vessels |