Threads in a tapestry
Woven together in rain
The green grass grows
To cover the pain
Lava bowling just below
The calm surface of Earth
Start to spin faster
To finish the death
Destroy a world
Kill a planet
We are nothing but spheres
Circling in space
The surface crumbles
The orbit is gone
And the Earth is left
To move rushing on
Too many stars
To keep her bound here
She's free
Now she has nothing to fear
Destroy a world
Kill a planet
We are nothing but spheres
Circling in space
Monday, August 01, 2005
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