Beyond the satellites:
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Sweet candy populous... a worry free entrance into the world's history
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Never underestimate... never think beyond their thoughts.
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The satellites have been tapped and Cloud Mountain will carry on the commands of our ancestors
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Indeed we work from here. We have for centuries... hearing every breath... watching every disease
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(You must accept this truth)
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Below the satellites:
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The leaders are driving to the farthest retreat. Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride.
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They have been speaking for years.
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Every night while you're asleep they have been discussing what the future holds for us all.
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The outer space takeover. Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea brought by our fellow night owls.
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Their stories have been mocked... their ideas have been crushed... but after last night they control every idea we think from here on out.
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A GOVERNMENT OVERTHROWN...
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We have come to tell you all that we could have prepared for this.
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The night owls speak overhead:
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The apocalypse (at least our apocalypse) will happen sooner than we think
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if we don't read the journals our station has prepared for you all.
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We call ourselves the "night owls". We've roamed the earth for years and kept your world afloat.
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We've made it so you stay comfortable in your precious homes.
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While you sleep, we discuss. Discuss our future... your future.
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Our journals give detailed instructions on the machines and weapons we must build.
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These are weapons that none of you would even begin to think could harm the outside world...
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Everything you know is false... your first instinct is now your last.
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Like I've said before... we have been discussing and planning this for decades. (Trust is essential)
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We don't have time to explain everything, but just know that everything will soon change.
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Trust us and we will all be safe. We are the new government.
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Before the satellites:
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In simple times we must take control.
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With simple skies we create... more sky.
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A simple land we must change... for man... is god.
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How fast we grow...
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We must move on.
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Fossil Genera
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Between The Buried And Me |