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Gaia, the leach of the cosmos

A faulted cog

None of us were ever meant to be, not a single being

We are catastrophe flawed

Always in orbit, infested with a slew of beasts, life

The death preacher comes to put an end to this world

Chorus: Fifty thousand years inside the star

Draining the life out from her

Until a wicked mind of science comes

Hold back the key, the cult of Pandora

We must erase ourselves to set her free

We can redistribute the energy

Know none of us were ever meant to be

We are disease

The selfish needs of all are bleeding dry the sun

The ultra-goddess sits in rest and waits for us to stop

Yet still we feed on everything given to us without want,

but take too much and leave them none

Gravimetric propulsion is unequivocal

on a subatomic level

One day you will see

Set her free

Chorus: Fifty thousand years inside the star

Draining the life out from her

Until a wicked mind of science comes

Hold back the key, the cult of Pandora

Gravimetric propulsion is unequivocal

on a subatomic level

One day you will see

Set her free

Chorus: Fifty thousand years inside the star

Draining the life out from her

Until a wicked mind of science comes

Hold back the key, the cult of Pandora

Gravimetric propulsion is unequivocal

on a subatomic level

One day you will see

Set her free