That which shall be built shall be built.
That which shall be torn
shall be torn asunder.
Listen to yourself, to the mantrasong.
This will tear it apart.
This will meld it together
This will tear it apart
This will mold it together.
Pity not the fallen, this is not their song.
We are not of them, this is our song.
That which shall be built shall be built.
That which shall be torn
shall be torn asunder.
Listen to yourself, to the mantrasong.
This will tear it apart.
This will meld it together
This will tear it apart
This will mold it together.
And you tell yourself that they exist
and the world has meaning. And you
tell yourself that they exist.
And you tell yourself that they exist
and the world has meaning. And you
tell yourself that they exist.
And you tell yourself that they exist
and the world has meaning. And you
tell yourself that they exist.
And you tell yourself that they exist
and the world has meaning. And you
tell yourself that they exist.
And you tell yourself that they exist
and the world has meaning. And you
tell, tell yourself.

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