We wade out into it, Dawn of the century.
We're way out, we raise up our arms and wave them in disbelief.
And like brothers we march each other right off, torches lit on the shore.
Midway between the forks in the long face of constant war.
It's above us. I can feel it coming
(Despite our deceit) Hidden away, still we breathe.
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