At the terminal line
The final march on this sphere of sorrow
May the wind carry us away
And colour the perfect wonder
Before we see
Before we know
Our need for gold will bring us to the end
The treachery
And our fake needs,
We must fight versus our greed
(Bridge)
Failure in the human quest
Rapture of our natural pendulum
Erase to reset
And begin our new preset
Decelerate the evolution
Stop thinking about progression
(Bridge)
Terminal... Line!!
The door we fought to keep closed has found a way to open itself,
The human will be erased

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