| The city grieves over another loss
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| Everyone’s still afraid
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| For what should we suffer?
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| That feels like it will never end
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| That deceitful and worthless civilization
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| Couldn’t stave off those floods of blood
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| Weapons tremble in the hands of the young
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| Those eyes hadn’t seen much
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| They just started to love that world and life
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| Who will answer for this?
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| Are they the ones who report and discourse?
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| They see hospitals and dyings
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| Those who still claims there’s nothing above
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| Apart from serving them
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| The eyes see the truth
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| They know the fear of death is stronger
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| The humankind will never agree with itself
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| Until it faces the invasion
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| No matter how many years it takes, we will not change
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| The war, another war
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| And then some war again. |
| War won’t stop
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| It’s blind as those who start it
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| We’ll become ash tonight
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| It’s easy for us as we’ve been burning for too long
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| We’ll be blown away by casual winds
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| Only the wind will keep it all
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| All the facts will be rewritten by centuries
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| Turning the history into the myth
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| All our thoughts are just remains
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| Civilization is a dreadful plant
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| That cannot grow and cannot bloom
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| Until it’s showered with tears and blood
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| We nearly lost any respect to death
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| The war was so distant and strange
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| Nobody knew what could happen next day
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| And what do we have now? |
| Who will answer for it?
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| Horrifying screams and moans around
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| Those are the moans of that long-suffering world
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| And those moans contain all the sorrow of the living flesh
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| Burning pain becomes an installation
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| Turning the space into despair
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| We’ll become ash tonight
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| It’s easy for us as we’ve been burning for too long
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| We’ll be blown away by casual winds
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| Only the wind will keep it all
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| All the facts will be rewritten by centuries
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| Turning the history into the myth
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| All our thoughts are just remains |