| The world is asleep with its head in its hands
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| Unable to meet such disparate demands
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| Cries of frustration resound in its head
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| And strewn at its feet are the souls of the dead
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| Tearing the fractured divisions apart
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| The tandem destruction of brothers in arms
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| Crying for reason with none to be found
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| Engulfed by the ominous, deafening sound
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| Has it grown darker or am I slowly going blind?
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| The day is fading, all our fates are intertwined
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| Without the light of wisdom, what else can be done
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| But fumble blindly until at last our race is run?
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| Events resonate long after they’ve occurred
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| The lines between passion and reason have blurred
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| Its hard to find balance on unsteady ground
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| Instead we just pray that a way will be found
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| Acting on impulse without any thought
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| Ignoring the lessons our precursors taught
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| Emotion dictates what our actions will be
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| With no room for logic and little for peace
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| Has it grown darker or am I slowly going blind?
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| The day is fading, all our fates are intertwined
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| Without the light of wisdom, what else can be done
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| But fumble blindly until at last our race is run?
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| Shadows spread out like a river of ink
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| Devouring the sky as the sun starts to sink
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| Counting the hours till it rises again
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| Instead of relying on light from within
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| Permanent nightfall, a total eclipse
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| Darkness takes hold with its sinewy grip
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| We begged for this outcome and now its arrived
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| Cursing its name with our echoing cries
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| Has it grown darker or am I slowly going blind?
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| The day is fading, all our fates are intertwined
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| Without the light of wisdom, what else can be done
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| But fumble blindly until at last our race is run? |