| She looks up and prays as she won’t last longer than the tread of a cloud
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| Her justice goes beyond perception
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| But cursed is this teardrop vale where we are lost
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| In front of the unknown, her God has fled the weight of piety and there is no
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| one
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| Nothing
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| Nowhere to hide. |
| A desert to die for indifference, for hypocrisy,
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| for some fake ideals, for the downfall
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| Of her belief. |
| Just for an end in misery
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| She’s been trained to lower the head and eat the Father
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| To await some promised land and love words
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| Such a useless power her will to change
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| Such a useless strength all her unattained dreams
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| At the dawn of Modern Age, the Men have fled the weight of piety and there is
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| no one
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| Nothing
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| Nowhere to hide. |
| A desert to die for indifference, for hypocrisy,
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| for some fake ideals, for an eternal
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| Nihility. |
| Just for the end of suffering
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| She’s been trained to learn with the humility of children
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| To forgive the jackals and call it moral
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| Such a useless strength all her unattained dreams
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| Such a useless power her will to change
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| And there’s nothing… |