Scythe
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New age prophets gone extinct
This is an age of endless humming
The sun’s been blown to smithereens
No remnants to bury
We roam and struggle in
Our artificial darkness
Searching for that Great Electronic Switch
And boom, there’s clarity.
Oh, but it’s not so easy
Darkness knows no end
And that Great Electric Switc
hThat sudden light bulb syndrom
Doesn’t work on a macro scale
The very thing you Worship
Brings your slow destruction.W
here are those great cedars of Lebanon now?
Those impossible chemists of Brazil?
Don’t you feel that slow chemical burn
Crackling through your lungs?
But machine gears clink onward
You’re axe readies another swing
Plant your poisons into
The lives you grow to eat.
Well, the circle swings in full.
This is an age of endless humming
The sun’s been blown to smithereens
No remnants to bury
We roam and struggle in
Our artificial darkness
Searching for that Great Electronic Switch
And boom, there’s clarity.
Oh, but it’s not so easy
Darkness knows no end
And that Great Electric Switc
hThat sudden light bulb syndrom
Doesn’t work on a macro scale
The very thing you Worship
Brings your slow destruction.W
here are those great cedars of Lebanon now?
Those impossible chemists of Brazil?
Don’t you feel that slow chemical burn
Crackling through your lungs?
But machine gears clink onward
You’re axe readies another swing
Plant your poisons into
The lives you grow to eat.
Well, the circle swings in full.
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