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We layaway The past for payment Now we're inert Efforts in vain Looking naive My chrysalis You'll find out The codex's real Until we're overtaken (There's turmoil that's coming) Await the storm's arrival (To see the sky has fallen) Scorch the earth for revolt (For unborn sons and daughters) How long must we protest this (Our population's slaughtered) When you find out, there's a nest down Left outside grave, that stagnant point, that we're making