traveling into the next hundred years, or so 
without a saftey net 
i want it to be
everything at once, like a hurricane 
destroy without refrain 
i need it to be
i know what youre marching over 
i know where you're pointed towards
you give yourself away
its all related 
cut me in 
count me out 
it's the wrong way
no way, it can't be
no way they've breached your line
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