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Of late, it's harder just to go outside |
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To leave this dead space, with hatred so alive |
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Writhing with sickness |
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Thrown into banality |
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I decay, killed by the weakness |
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But forced to return |
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Turn it off |
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I watch the stars as they fall from the sky |
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I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying |
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I feel the fallen stars encircle me |
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Now as they cry |
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Out there, so quickly, grows malignant tribes |
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Post-human extinction excels unrecognized |
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Feeling surrounded |
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So bored with mortality |
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I decay, all of this hatred |
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Is fucking real |
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Turn it on |
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I watch the stars as they fall from the sky |
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I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying |
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I feel the fallen stars encircle me |
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Now as they cry |
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It won't be all right |
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Despite what they say |
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Just watch the stars tonight as they |
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As they disappear, disintegrate |
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And I disintegrate |
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Cause this hate is fucking real |
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And I hope to shade the world |
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As stars go out and I disintegrate |
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It won't be all right |
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Despite what they say |
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Just look to the sky |
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As stars go out |
