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What have we done to the land that we call home? |
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The seeds are now sown to spawn the life that will end it for us all |
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We've carved the land in our own creation |
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A duty better left to those of godly stature |
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Enveloped in its own selfishness |
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once we consume all other life there will be nothing left |
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We have nothing left to give to a world that destroys itself |
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The perfect balance has been weighted |
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By the inhabitants supposedly most intelligent |
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Yet they can't even save their own home |
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Society's lust for commodity |
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Will ultimately resolve in the earth's demise |
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the earth's demise |
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The earth will be stripped of all its spirit |
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And we will be trapped in our own prison cell |
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We have nothing left to give to a world that destroys itself |
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The perfect balance has been destroyed |
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The human race is the odd, odd one here |
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Rooted to the ground there is no escape from our mistake |
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For we are all earthbound, earthbound |
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Rooted to the ground for we are earthbound |
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Rooted to the ground for we are earthbound |
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Rooted to the ground for we are earthbound |
