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Fools Fold Their Hands (Grievous Evils Under the Sun) - Meatbodies
Watch the futures
Morphing of the lands
Separations destruction by the hands
I thought a hundred times
That I believed in more
But the simplicity is
Chalking up the score
We survive only by our nature
Basic cells forming nomenclature
Ten hundred thousand years
I'll be the burning mud
And all the agony
Is useless as our blood
Hunters gatherers
Rolled up into plaster
Psychotic visions
Of an ecclesiastic master
I know the day has come
We're looking down the hole
And all the commonwealth
Is going out the door
So we sit molded in our minds
Folded limbs
Turning through the times
I thought a hundred times
That I believed in more
But now I lighten up
And wait for what's in store