there a world who's smiling face
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was spinning in circles out in space
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on the day that the architects
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have caused their plague of stone
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turn the ancient land to street
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spiral tower high defeats us
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bursting out, standing tall
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in lands we call our own
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burst the dams with tidal waves
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of twisting walls, each brick in place
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into the dizzy heights the chase
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but swaying in the wind
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tearing, clawing, burning down
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mountains hammered to the ground
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building cities, building towns
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not an inch of land unturned
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still stand the eyes of all
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gazing to the skies
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breathless and still none the wise
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of what they've really done
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looking back to see the past
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they win the race yet finish last
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you suffer from the spell they've cast
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spiral tower standing high
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smashing all it passes by
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earth lies bleeding starts to cry
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no one cared to know
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money, greed sees falling trees
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all dropping to their sickly knees
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found no cure for this disease
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nowhere left to go
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iron bars and bricks of stone
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have left the earth picked to the bone
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racing higher to the stars
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the architects arise
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shattering the sky
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to stand a thousand miles high
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as the shaking spiral tower
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starts to fall to their surprise
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burning are the eyes
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wider just to see the skies
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out of breath, none the wise
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of what they've really done
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a million light years from the past
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we're stepping forward, moving back
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there it falls to die
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to be born again
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Spiral Tower
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| Psychotic Waltz |
