Letras
I have no faith in human perfectibility
I think that human exertion
Will have no appreciable effect upon humanity
Man is now only more active
Not more happy nor more wise
Than he was 6000 years ago
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Five, four, three, two, one, zero
All engine running
Lift off, we have a lift-off
One...
Lost in our anger, lonely in our might
We're crawling towards darkness like a thief in the night
In this world of shadows where demons reside
We paint a smile upon our face with hate we hide
Time was up when the Wiseman died 6000 years ago
6000 years ago, 6000 years ago
6000 years ago, 6000 years ago
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