The skies, swirle in a marble haze
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I gaze across the land, with a sense of loss
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Are we down, in the game
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Do we get in
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Wave the white flag, frantically
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No, no, no
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Where do we go now
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The corporate nightmare, sprouts like weeds
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As we ignore, oh so conveniently
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Like a coloring book, this land
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We color in, with chains of stores and homes and businesses
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What have we done
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No, no, no
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Where do we go now
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The white owl glides across the summer sun
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Death lurks near, I fear for this kingdom
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Abused, raped and ignored
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Left to rot by the wicked sins that we cherishas progress forward
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I witness, this self destruction of our race
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I fear the futureand it's shaping face
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I can't help but dwell, on our spiral down
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What does it mean for myself, our race, and the future that we own
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No, no, no
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Where do we go now
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Days Of The White Owl
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| The Nerve Agents |
