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My head turned to the sky, my wish to fly
My jetpack ran out of gas on my way to kick some ignorant ass

Break the bones
Then burn the powder and they tell you what you want to know
Prophecy
The Ancient Ones have always been and will always be

My fate writ in the stone, in broken bones
The Chosen One picked to die, sacrifice to the Electric Eye

They asked, "Who saw him die?"
"I", said the fly.
Some call it suicide but now I see the whole thing, electrified...

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