Bullets create the holes and life evaporates
society can't grasp the concept of mind control
we do seem quite mindless
science can't wait to examinate the soul
Darwin said my theory would fall to pieces if they couldn't figure out the cell
so technology succeeds them all by leap and bounds
But what is it's final destination?
There is a power for a man to wield
And there's a power for a man to cast down
as the hours count and the seconds overshadow them
like warriors of another nation
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