High above the clouds somewhere
The cold of space spreads thin
We endeavor to look out
But they are looking in
No man is an island
And no planet is in turn
And in six million years
We'll stand together and watch it burn
The future is a poem
'Cause it doesn't yet exist
We don't know if we reach out
To tentacle or fist
No man is an island
And no planet is in turn
And in six million years
We'll stand together and watch it burn
Watch it burn, watch it
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
The cold of space spreads thin
We endeavor to look out
But they are looking in
No man is an island
And no planet is in turn
And in six million years
We'll stand together and watch it burn
The future is a poem
'Cause it doesn't yet exist
We don't know if we reach out
To tentacle or fist
No man is an island
And no planet is in turn
And in six million years
We'll stand together and watch it burn
Watch it burn, watch it
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
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