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[Lyric: Cornelius Brastad] THE SKY LOOKED LIKE AN AUTUMN FIELD SHIMMERING GRAIN AND LIQUID GOLD MY FAMILY AND ME, FLEW WITH THE BUS WE TOOK OF ON THE RUNWAY, BID THE EARTH FAREWELL WE ACCELERATED TOWARDS THE WATER AT A FRIGHTENING PACE I HUMBLY WENT FORWARD WE SANK IN THE STRAIT BETWEEN THE TWO FACTORIES I PLAYED IN AS CHILD WE WERE REAPING FOR ABEL WHEN HIS WICKED MACHINE CAME UPON US IN AMBUSH SPEEDING TOWARDS US DOWN THE STEEP HILLSIDE SKINNING THE SOIL OF ITS BLESSED OWNER I AM CAIN FOUNDER OF THE CITY I AM CAIN CIVILISATION WITHOUT PITY From Letras Mania