| Here I float, through the last frontier
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| This is my voyage to the heavens
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| Our velocity will turn the stars into white lines
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| Inhaled by our vessel like the cocaine of the skies
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| We have to build again
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| Start over from the beginning
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| Failure
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| (This project was a)
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| Failure
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| (Oh, whoa)
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| Now is the time to open up the masts of the hive
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| Until my rebirth, I never knew what it was to be alive
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| The drones and I will return to the palace in the sky
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| I’ll never know what it is to die, oh, whoa
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| This ship will climb through the clouds
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| We’ll crack the atmosphere that lies ahead
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| Holy gates, open up and let me in
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| My author’s handing me the pen and it needs an end
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| These crops are rotting
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| They’re spoiled and need to be destroyed
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| Pull them up from the roots
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| We have to build again
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| Start over from the beginning
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| Failure
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| (This project was a)
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| Failure
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| (Oh, whoa)
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| Now is the time to open up the nest of the hive
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| Until my rebirth, I never knew what it was to be alive
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| The drones and I will return to the palace in the sky
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| I’ll never know what it is to die, oh, whoa
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| This ship will climb through the clouds
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| We’ll crack the atmosphere that lies ahead
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| The reckoning is coming
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| All that’s living shall burn
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| The reckoning is coming
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| And the dead will rot
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| The reckoning is coming
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| I will devour the sky
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| The reckoning is coming
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| And Earth will vanish
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| Now is the time to open up the masts of the hive
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| Until my rebirth, I never knew what it was to be alive
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| The drones and I will return to the palace in the sky
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| I’ll never know what it is to die, oh whoa
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| This ship will climb through the clouds
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| We’ll crack the atmosphere that lies ahead |