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Lyrics: Absent friend, perhaps you’re proud of me now We’ve left our caves, learned to read, write and craft saws Grown taller than you in our grey skyscrapers Quick to blame Show no remorse! Hate’s an infinite resource. Sunlight died and life passed by as ash burnt so tight Bones were crushed The giants’ march is lost. The harvester of all existence separates all the facts from fiction Through time and an iridium wall I would crawl For you.