| These Louring forests close to rot in ash and dust
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| Your demon eyes stare cold heartedly
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| How am I supposed to see the trees arise
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| Blindfolded through mass extinction
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| Sun setting over ruined lives it shines upon us
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| Grasping for a glimpse of light
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| Raging through the soil it reached the fi nal climax
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| Confused in levels of our fiction
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| Sulfur running through the antlers structure
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| Extinct race through reckless progress within human minds
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| I see the last survivors running against time
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| Their habits fell for the machines
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| Though they were begging for asylum
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| I hear the calls of the wolves at night
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| They used to howl at the moonlit skies
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| Now the light has been forgotten
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| And the trees can’t hide the pain
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| These darkened days have no more sun to shine
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| These Louring forests close to rot in ash and dust
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| How am I supposed to see the trees arise
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| Blindfolded through mass extinction
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| Sun setting over ruined lives
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| I see the last survivors running against time
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| Their habits fell for the machines
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| Though they were begging for asylum |