Condensed debris compressed into a world
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Circling star cutting a path of disease
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Serrating our future
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Evolution disguised
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Light years isolate our faces
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A sentiment resounding through space
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A malignant beacon flickering away
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The universal pedigree of hate
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An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace
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We circle in silence
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A magnet for violence
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Our legacy a ballistic test
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Of minute impact on the face of existence
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Projecting polluted screams to the billions
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Receiving the deserved magnificent silence
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We are the fundamental components
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Of our destruction
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Nails raked down the chalkboard
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Of universal dysfunction
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An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace
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We circle in silence
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A magnet for violence
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So are we ready for the showdown
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As our world is ripped out of its ellipsis
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There is no finer flesh to fall
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Than the skin that drapes our empty souls
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Motionless a perfect disease
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Asymptomatic beckoning the extinction to be
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Genetically we are suppressed into reliving
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Our historic poverty until it snuffs us out
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Slipping On Noise
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Byzantine |