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Rise Of Science The And I Heard It Like Burning

won't hurt you now And the good news never stays I tore them up, all of them I burned them out Forgot all that was said I never meant for it to come

and head down to the metal corporate tunnels Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the mother and um I'd be lying if I said I knew your intentions

on my clothes got the scent of trees I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G Power blast wacking my path devour fast I leave you with the grain of sand

comrades and friends And when I woke up from my sleeping and looked down my raggedy street, I go back to work with my vision and I drink down the bitter and

Cheops, Chefren and Mykerinos. It is as I suspected. Tomorrow, I leave the imperious and hoary mausoleum of Khufu and seek answers within the Great Temple