| We are the parasitic blight of the world
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| An overpopulated horde of competitors
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| In competition for the scarcely limited
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| Resources of the earth
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| Standing armies with weapons in hand
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| In pursuit of imperial wealth
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| Unknowingly we forge our path to cultural collapse
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| With valor and confidence
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| We spread our wings and step off the edge
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| And in the freedom of the air
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| We claim victory
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| Despite the warning signs of vital disrepair
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| We’ll defy gravity and remain in flight
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| And with godlike impunity
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| We cast our shadow unflinchingly
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| Upon our desire to thrive
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| But after centuries of perpetual dissension
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| The end is now in sight
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| Collapsing, as we plummet to our demise
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| Failing, closing the gap between the dirt and the ash
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| Crumbling, as we deliver our final prayers
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| Descending, upon a bed of nails in a fiery hell
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| For the cinders are now blazing red
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| Beneath the cauldron of our culture
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| For ten thousand years
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| This fire has scorched the earth
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| No gods or prophets to lift this curse
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| So now here we are
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| At the crux in the wake of such loss
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| We stand on the precipice of human extinction
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| We stand on the precipice of
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| Ten thousand years in dissent
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| Propagated by a thirst for power and wealth
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| Break the chains and relent
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| Or we shall perish by the rite of the damned |