You can't all pretend That you don't know enough Enough to make sense All this will be gone And you can sink beneath The rapture we've spawned What have we become You know we don't have all the entire world To make the floods seem still You know we don't have all the entire world To make the most of this Blood will bleed the blind When the only thing diseased their lives Let not the sun their lives On the wrath of this inconvenient truth What have we become.
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Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
