The end is yet to come...
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Distingue your memories before they're gone
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The end is yet to come...
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But then everything turned out to be wrong
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We were meant to speak in highly different tongues
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To enable our diversity, to enable being social ones
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Back at the birth of man, back at the birth of speech
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To discover excitement, to disorder and to teach
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It's the 23rd century and there's a newly sworn enemy
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Coming from behind and turning you to blind
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A steady-state of a binary presentation
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A hate-progression of a coming termination
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Did you reveal your scars and human signs?
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Your mind keeps turning, this is not real
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Did you re-heal your wounds and sweet-caress?
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I am the virus in you and I am going to steal
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It's a snow crash - inside of your head
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A ponderous oblivion, a force to be fed
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It's like a mental destruction - turn of 180 degrees
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Dementia is coming, don't you agree?
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It's a snow crash - inside of your brain
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Heading towards your mind and falling like rain
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It's like a war inside - when all our thoughts collide
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'cause you've been erased even though you're alive
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Metaverse, the virtual desire
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A fictive world with all dreams that you admired
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But now there's revenge, the fall of Babylon
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An Infokalypse erasing what was going on
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Don't you believe, don't you retrieve?
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It's the disorder of the word and the rising of grief
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A stroke of excitement and of permanent delusion
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A paradise lost in fucking horrendous confusion
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Take my breath away
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And knowledge will always stay...
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Take my breath away
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And no one will ever stay...
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Snow Crash
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Shadowcast |