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Join the march to god knows where |
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Or step aside and stand and stare |
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Hum a melody to the four winds |
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As life draws maps upon your skin |
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Peacocks weep for dying plumes |
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The sun plots to kill the moon |
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Rage turns to despair |
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Goes the way of teeth and hair |
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Chessmen wring each others necks |
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Gamblers play with bloodstained decks |
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The turtle prone on its back |
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As the savagers attack |
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What kind of god, if us he made |
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Would choose us be predator or prey |
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Not a god of love but a god that's wrong |
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And with that I end this song. |
