Pity the planet, all joy gone
From this sweet volcanic cone
Peace to the children when they fall
On the heels of all small war
Until the end of time
In search of the earth
A ghost orbiting forever lost
In our quiet sublime lifeline
Blackouts crawling back inside
Nosing the impossible
Stone and bone of crushing hate
Unclean hours of weak flesh
Lustful thoughts of a roaring dress
Now we must breathe on our last try
Alive enough to spawn and die
Here in the impossible lifeline.
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