| Amun rises in the southern crux
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| The light pours through my mouth and eyes
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| Shadows retreat toward the east
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| In ire of the sun
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| Boundless, arithmetic of light, bare unto us
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| Endless knowledge lost in rotation of the earth and sky
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| We’ve built these towers high
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| It’s proof of breathless nights and many suffocating days
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| I navigate through an iron forest with intense futility
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| I want to live, where the air can touch me
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| I want to breathe like no one before me
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| See the inner eye of Time’s design
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| Mechanical trees, breeding mechanical dreams
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| I extend my pineal eye, through the depths of Earth as she’s crying
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| Ancient human simian pride designs apocalyptic future-scapes
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| We’ve designed a beautiful kingdom come
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| I will look toward the sun
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| Breath in an ocean, a forest, the stars in the sky at night
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| I am the breath behind you when darkness takes your sight
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| See the inner eye of time’s design
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| Mechanical trees, breeding mechanical dreams
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| Breathe forth the hallucinogen
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| Introduce a mass state of higher consciousness
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| Evolve past pain and suffering
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| Evolve past the coming end
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| I evolve inside
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| Then I will look toward the sun
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| I want to live, where the air can touch me
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| I want to breathe like no one before me
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| I extend my pineal eye, through the depths of Earth as she’s crying
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| Ancient human simian pride designs apocalyptic future-scapes |