| There’s nothing left to say, we’re watching the end of days
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| The clouds rolling in, it’s about to begin to rain
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| We’ve poisoned all the land, strangled with our own hands
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| Till the last of our breathe, held in our chest is gone
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| When it comes to the end, what will be found
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| Closed eyes will never see a way out of this
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| Closed minds will never find a way out of this
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| There’s got to be, there’s got to be a better way than this
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| There’s got to be, there better be more to life than this
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| The writing is on the wall, suggesting impending fall
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| But the words go unread, we’ll sleep in the bed we’ve made
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| The vale of the night shadows all the light
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| But the day will come, we’ll awake to the sun
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| The darkest hour is just before the dawn
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| Closed eyes will never see a way out of this
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| Closed minds will never find a way out of this
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| There’s got to be, there’s got to be a better way than this
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| There’s got to be, there better be more to life than this
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| We say, we say it’ll all change one day
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| We’re waiting for a change, yet idle we stand by
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| Why oh why do we stand by
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| We’re waiting for the day when we will see a change
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| We are the change
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| Why oh why oh why |