| Echoes of mesopotamia
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| A whispered disease that left us on knees too weak to stand
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| Upon this empire nature’s purity revealed
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| Wave the sword of science, keep the truth concealed
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| We are the ten thousand year reich — with us let it end
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| To the sands of time that lent destruction a hand
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| Let harmful ways amend
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| For the path has been chosen, the damage is done
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| But our culture continues it’s course
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| Sip poisoned wine from the chalice of one culture’s way
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| Down the highways of progress we’ve paved
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| Crosses stand erect where death won the day
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| And we prayed our mortal souls to save
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| When one does not see what one does not see
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| One does not even see one is blind
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| Do we choose to close our eyes
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| Or is it the veil is so stained
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| By the treasons of our humanity
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| That we’re helpless of knowing new ways?
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| A tender hush lulls us to sleep
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| Our hope lies shattered like broken glass
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| March upon hollow dreams
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| Take me back to an unseen past
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| And cleanse our minds wrecked by time
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| Listen, can you hear them?
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| It’s such comfort knowing they are there
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| Looking over our every move
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| And guiding us in the right direction
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| Without them what would we be
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| But lost souls trapped in an untamed jungle?
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| What would we be
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| But a species undeserving of our proper place?
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| Without this civilization
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| Our way of thinking, our way of life
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| What would we be?
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| What kind of lives would we be living?
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| What would we do and where would our paths take us
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| Without the whispered lies of angels…
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| Death to the wisdom of the ancients
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| Five hundred generations — now it seems we are forever lost
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| Like priests cloaked in dominion’s robes
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| Cut up, control, shape this world in a better way
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| You’ve staked your claim so dance in the flames…
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| … While we fight to write our names
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| On the walls of this world going down
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| What are we fighting for? |
| Whose world are you fighting for?
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| If ours is the voice that knows only silence
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| Then to whom should we turn for recourse? |