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Prototype - Pure lyrics
The stem from eons of strife Changing intentions Planning each other's disdain Savor my disarray I must convert you Be by my side So pure... Can I believe? So pure... Why can't I ensure Their position's vitality? Natural selection Judge me for all that they stand Part of the universe Calling for reason To all that they can I've arrested my life Pursuing this measure By which all others will gauge... Grades of ability Render a stature And gather our minds |
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