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The perversion of life through Gaia's eyes
 As good as dead, in the jaws of spite
 I can't sit back as the apathy amplifies
 In the darkest corners of their nightmare, I'll be a light
 Count our blessings
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 Showered in life's warmth
 The rest to suffer
 We are fortunate enough to make a choice
 Count our blessings
 No cover
 Showered in life's warmth
 The rest to suffer
 We are fortunate enough to make a choice
 I'll be a voice
 They rest their eyes in a bed of filth
 And we suffer slow in a vice of guilt
 I refuse to add to this violent design
 In the darkest corners of their nightmare, I'll be a light
 Count our blessings
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 Showered in life's warmth
 The rest to suffer
 We are fortunate enough to make a choice
 Count our blessings
 No cover
 Showered in life's warmth
 The rest to suffer
 We are fortunate enough to make a choice
 I'll be a voice
 And the question is not, "Can they reason?"
 Or, "Can they talk?" but, "Can they suffer?"
 And may all creatures of life be delivered from this suffering
 Suffering
 Cast out, forsaken
 Desperate and ill-fated
 Every day the value of life spreads thinner
 But in this chaos, I'll be a hope bringer
 Hope bringer
 Hope bringer
 Hope bringer
 Their trials are mine
 And I stand for every single walk of life
 I'll fight, I'll fight for both human and non human rights
 I know that things are much brighter on the other side