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We don't see the sunlight dancing on the moon We don't gather wisdom from the weathered rune Walking through the wasteland of our squandered youth We stumble over fragments but don't accept the truth Man's on the brink, those gods-to-be They think they think but they cannot see That they're losing out We meet a wingless angel take him by the hand We nail him to the temple door because he cannot stand "What is thy charge?" we ask him, "why leav'st the hea'enly pool?" - "I was sent here to save you - I know now I was fooled." Man's on the brink, those gods-to-be They think they think but they cannot see They think they think but they cannot see That they're losing out