"Dust gathers on the books that contain our past,
and we鈥檙e but peons in a circuit built by time to last.
Repeat, repeat, as we鈥檝e done before. Our history all lost in war.
When the last of our cities are but powder and dust,
the damned who remain live with God in the glory of us."
Dance Gavin Dance - Tree Village
"Preacher, Preacher, on the black box upon this stage,
Before these misguided kids,
filling up their heads with nonsense,
Of something greater after all of this.
How much more bullshit must we be fed?
Hands up, reach for your money-made god,
and let the money rain down upon your pretty little head."
Dead And Divine - Neon Jesus
"Well, I鈥檝e never learn
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