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the world
is going to hell
and we're in the cheap seats
every step we take
takes us closer
to the grave
i t ' s a l l t e r m i n a l
and I'm sure
I ' m G o n n a d i e
the day before they find
the cure for death
W h a t n o w ?
the gods
have all
gone
and
there's
no-one
to worship
I n a w i l d e r n e s s o f m i r r o r s
solitude an illusion
no one
is coming
to save us
w e a r e . .
the leaders
the liberators
the revolutionaries
our ancestors prayed for
we are our own
S A L V A T I O N . .
Peace
ain't always peaceful
Violence grows
between the seams
of discontent
Different mask
same face
Different hunt
same chase
Different cause
same case
Different flava
same taste
Different skin
same race
D i f f e r e n t C i r c u m s t a n c e
S a m e F a t e
One's entire life
compressed into one final breath
e x h a l e d . .
t h e n:
lke magic
you're gone
y o u n e v e r e x i s t e d . .
the only evidence
that premisses
one was here
are the footprints
m a d e
on ground
once walked on
t h e r e a p e r c o m e s
and again
we still
ain't
r e a d y
© mingoáo
