| A depiction of the lamb, the lion, deplorably portrayed
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| The beast, the dragon, as in shadowy imagery
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| Have the power to take away peace on earth
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| The threshold’s here as the sun turns black
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| The moon red like blood and stars falling down
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| Babylon falling, the last of the antagonistic battles
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| The madman chained for a thousand of years
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| Use your eyes and you will see it, bright and shining
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| A moment of your time, a glimpse of your (brave) new world
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| Your revelation, in apocalyptic terms
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| The hammer, separating fiction from reality
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| Embrace the notion, embrace the moment
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| Who are the ones to tell the truth
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| Who are the ones to tell what to believe?
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| The depiction is therefore all you’ve got
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| The hammer is mine, the revelation is yours
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| Am I God or am I the Devil?
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| It’s a comprehensible, yet complex, reality
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| Because it means that when the past has caught up with the present
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| We have no future |