see it emerge from the ocean depths
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its dull black eyes staring into yours
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without fear it confronts you
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as it did before the dawn of man
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overpopulation is a threat to mankind
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they always depended on the same food
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some may call it controlled resources
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just another phrase for extinction
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deep in the forest they are still alive
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a tribe as old as mankind
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isolation has kept them alive
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never heard of any disease
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high tech gives us some control
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revealing even the latest secret
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we can't step back we've gone too far
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is much to late for revelation
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chorus:
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the last will not know that he is the last
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only we will mourn his loss
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his massive dead body cut into pieces
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left dying on the moss
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The Last
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| Funker Vogt |
