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Pinnacle
From the beginning of his time,
Human thought,
He could dispose of every form
Descending from dirt
Got out of the pit
Genesis of man
A paradigm of a paradox
The spirit of the age corresponds
A human of glass
For perfection, cultured in a test-tube
Fallen from grace
Striving for the top
A superior race
Humanity wants a brave new world
From the tower of Babylon to the world war 2
The traces of time have left a mark on history's face
A community led by "space monkeys"...!
This ship of fools will soon run aground
Pit
Our delusions of grandeur
Will lead us back into the pit
Lead us back... ...into the pit
From the tower of Babylon to the world war 2
The traces of time have left a mark on history's face
A community led by "space monkeys"
This ship of fools will soon run aground
Generation of the tube, once human
Generation of the tube, now almost dirt
Once human, now almost dirt...!
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