| We can’t change the outcome, the eventual end to everything we know
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| Powerless to stop the ebb and flow of the hardened rains we gathered
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| Humankind will reap what we have sewn
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| The depressing waltz we all live by, our pallid history
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| Will result in what we’ve paid for; |
| The wages of humanity
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| At the end of the line, bodies give up souls
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| Running out of time. |
| This is coming to a close
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| Curtains close at the end of the road
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| Sins unatoned by the Love we didn’t know
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| Give me the world for what it is
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| Or nothing at all
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| Unsheltered from the awful truth
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| We don’t know what we think we do
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| The minds of foolish men closed up behind our narrow heads
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| Assuming we know everything there is
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| Never questioning the reason we exist
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| We’ll never give up our swinging at the wind
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| Building up our altar to tear it down again
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| Open your eyes and disconnect your mind
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| From the powers who profit from feeding you these lies
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| Give me the world for what it is
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| Or nothing at all
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| Unsheltered from the awful truth
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| We don’t know what we think we do
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| This world is wasting away
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| And it could happen today
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| This world is wasting away
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| And it will happen |