| We can’t deny our feelings, our emotions
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| Till the end we refuse to accept the foolishness of existance
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| Struggling to survive in front of a dying world
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| Loving, suffering, crying, existing
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| With every fiber of our body we endure
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| We live our life with weariness and irrilevance
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| Without prospect and incentive
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| The mutation we yearned for so long comes in the end
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| But it’s not what we craved, bringing deep disenchantment
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| We want some event to rip this wearing monotony
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| Bringing some vivacity
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| The mutation we yearned for so long comes in the end
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| But it’s not what we craved, bringing deep disenchantment
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| We despairingly hold on to our feelings
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| Exasperated, at the mercy of events
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| As humanity grasps at a thin bush of grass
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| While falling from a cliff in front of a stormy sea
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| We know the bush of grass won’t be enough to avoid our downfall
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| But we still hold up to it
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| We can’t redeem ourself, we are doomed to be destroyed by our own hands |