The wonders of this place, like nothing we could ever breed
Philosophies replaced, by human minds hopped up on greed
The common truth between, all life and knowledge blooming here
Will sit in displaced awe, until you're secrets are revealed
And that's the thing you miss, a cold corrosive sabotage
And that's the ring you kiss, to prolong your pathetic song
No chords or melodies, to decorate your blackened lung
For all the words you speak, are guided by that blackened tongue
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