| Too real to be a dream
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| The images still haunting me I tell myself forget about it Things aren’t always what they seem
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| I wake to the thought of Who we were; |
| what we’d become
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| How easily will we succumb
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| To my vision of things to come?
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| Endless distractions are yours for the buying
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| It’s easy for you if you’re not the one dying
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| This life we are given must be good for something
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| Listen to me; |
| I say war changes nothing
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| Endless destruction; |
| I’m sick of the waiting
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| For humans to realize enough of the hating
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| This moment in time a mere drop in the ocean
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| With all history set into motion
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| Too late it has begun
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| I’m blinded by a million suns
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| All our prayers will not help us Some things just can’t be undone
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| Endless distractions are yours for the buying
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| It’s easy for you if you’re not the one dying
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| This life we are given must be good for something
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| Listen to me; |
| I say war changes nothing
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| Endless destruction; |
| I’m sick of the waiting
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| For humans to realize enough of the hating
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| This moment in time a mere drop in the ocean
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| With all history set into motion
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| War changes nothing
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| Against the wall, shadows fall
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| Nothing’s left save our souls
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| Hell’s here to stay, Heaven’s moved away
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| Out of time, the blackened sky
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| Nothing’s left and it’s too late
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| To realize what we threw away
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| War changes nothing |