| Time, the most valuable resource
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| That is wasted for nothing without remorse
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| Time is life, Time is death
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| The enemy we fight till (our) the last breath
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| The biggest misconception
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| That we think that there is plenty ahead
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| We are out of time
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| And you will realize this just before you are dead
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| Created for the highest purpose
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| We spend our lives in misery
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| Were we given our lifetime to waste it for nothing, for nothing?
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| Frustrated, guided by the inner animal instincts
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| Blindly wandering into nowhere through the lurid horizon
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| This crimson rain shall wash us all away
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| Doomed and sentenced we observe our lives pouring through our fractured hands
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| Sticky clods are rolling down across the curve of my own life
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| While turning into a decayed soil
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| This blackness reflects the essence of human existence
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| Innocent blood had been spilling for thousands of years, and now it is on our
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| own murderous hands
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| A stepping stone of man’s absurd existence
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| We are out of time
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| There was nothing before, there will be nothing after
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| There is no today, there is a dreadful disaster
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| Born to die, but doomed to live
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| This universe has no time for us to give |