End of the Line
It's coming before you know itSomething that does not seem to be
When everything that we know
Will crumble to history
The mistakes that have been made
Are being made again and again
We think we're so much better
Than everything that has been
We prove mother nature wrong
Complicating everything
When what you call progress
Is actual deformity
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