| I took a dive down in disbelief,
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| My goal was realized south in the sea,
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| A hundred feet from shore as infinity, potentially.
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| The reds weren’t far off with the man machine,
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| When they took down the ceilings of the sistine,
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| When they took all the icons off the wall,
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| That made them strong.
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| Heaven holds no reverence for the clock, and denies the doctors probes and
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| electric shocks,
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| Suggests theres more to learn beyond our block,
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| Let’s keep that lot.
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| Can we trade the mystic for the scientific and keep the dogmas that will keep
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| us with it
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| I traded all my trophies for the one
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| The corals got.
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| Let us mourn the dead as they deserve
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| For alls lost to them and nothing less
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| While we exempt the cycle it does them in
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| We are their kin.
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| We keep the culture fresh with the ingredient
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| That keeps the skin from smelling at the wake
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| Can it preserve the beating of my heart?
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| We hold the spark.
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| So to the left till tomorrow wield my soul
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| Against corporate pull and moral code
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| For till a twilight comes i will stay gold.
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| I will stay gold.
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| Can we trade the mystic for the scientific
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| And keep the dogmas that will keep us with it
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| I traded all my trophies for the one.
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| The corals got. |