Beyond the satellites
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Sweet candy populous
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A worry free entrance into the world's history
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Never underestimate
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Never think beyond their thoughts
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The satellites have been trapped and Cloud Mountain will carry on the commands of our ancestors
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Indeed we work from here
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We have for centuries
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Hearing every breath
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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.
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Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride
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They have been speaking for years
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Every night while you are asleep they have been discussing what the future holds for us all
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The outer space takeover.
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Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea brought by our fellow night owls
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Their stories have been mocked
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Their ideas have been crushed
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But after last night they control every idea we will 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 owl speaks 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"
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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.
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Discuss our future...
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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
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Your first instinct is now your last.
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Like I've said before
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We have been discussing and planning this for decades
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(Trust is essential)
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We don't have time to explain everything,
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But just know that everything will soon change.
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Trust us and we will all be safe.
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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
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More sky
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A simple land we must change...
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For man...
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Is god
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A simple life we must break...
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How fast we grow...
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We must move on
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Fossil Genera - A Feed From Cloud Mountain
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Between The Buried And Me |