| There is a strange look of expectations of the faces of the I meet,
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| There is a building tention in the air, traces of sulphur in the breaths i take.
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| It seems that something has been growing, behind our backs for a long long time.
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| It’s war that you taste when you open your mouth, it’s the iron of blood
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| Waiting to be spilled.
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| It’s the winds of revelation that are coming, the storm of armageddon is
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| Soon to be released.
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| There is a glow at the horizon, a second sun set in the east.
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| Still there is hope for a future, pure rid of people at least.
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| Hope we so secretly carry, that one day we may just be free.
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| Free of the lies and the liars, that all that remain is debree.
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| You may not admit it openly, you may not admit it at all.
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| But most things in your life are empty, hollow shallow and false.
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| You might not even fell the longing, to be put out of your misery.
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| But if you were handed the answer, I’m sure you all would agree
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| There is a glow at the horizon, a second sun set in the east.
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| Still there is hope for a future, pure rid of people at least.
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| Hope we so secretly carry, that one day we may just be free.
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| Free of the lies and the liars, that all that remain is debree.
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| I don’t believe it’s impossible, I don’t think the road is too long.
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| I’m quite convinced we can bring this, even if most consider it wrong.
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| As we have said so many times, and history has proven us right.
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| It only takes but a dozen, to transform day into night.
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| There is a glow at the horizon, a second sun set in the east.
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| Still there is hope for a future, pure rid of people at least.
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| Hope we so secretly carry, that one day we may just be free.
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| Free of the lies and the liars, that all that remain is debree. |