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Yes, so the message goes
Like an insect in its death-throes
A magic-carpet-ride to hell
Then back to here with time to tell
A metal-scar on every face
We walk to a forbidden place
Where dirty water cleans the soul
We pour into another hole
Under a concrete-sky
Barricades begin to rise
Sun and stars begin to fall
A sonic-boom condemns us all
Decapitated soldiers fight
And ministers control the light
In leaking gas we bathe our flesh
And in the air we fight for breath
Here comes a secret delivery
All aboard the reason why