| Where the footsteps of one culture tread
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| The righteous still sing
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| As we march to the tune of «humanity's» hymn
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| A restless night awaits the dawn of a silent spring
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| Our mythos and this way of life
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| Have led us astray — disconnected
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| We’ve stepped outside the circle and into the reign
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| For they so loathe the world
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| Children search for heavenly bliss
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| And abandon this sacred earth
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| Damnation — the chance I am willing to take
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| For life everlasting I return to the womb
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| Day by day — from birth
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| Page by page — the script we enact
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| To an unsound story of conquest and glory
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| By a culture about to collapse
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| Blood flows from the fountains
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| Of bondage and brutality
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| (this captive earth to flood)
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| As one whom the mother caresseth
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| So will I comfort you
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| Through every waking moment
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| The pleading whispers of mother culture
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| Are spoken softly in my ears
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| Begging me to turn my back
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| Instead I shun her lies
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| With the truth of a newfound worldview
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| I’m deaf to salvation’s cry
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| For they so loathe the world
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| Children search for heavenly bliss
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| And abandon this sacred earth
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| Damnation — the chance I am willing to take
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| For life everlasting I return to the womb
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| My blood for her blood, my breath for her breath
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| Back into her arms, to the place we belong
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| Mother culture reborn and I again to the earth
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| To break the chains, to give freedom a name
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| And put the life back in living |