| In a dying world it’s feast or famine
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| Breathe deep and take your pick
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| Don’t act like there’s an option
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| You’ll be the one who fades quick
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| Watch the sky swallow the sun one more time
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| And take in the night’s empty serenity
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| No plan of action, no grand schemes
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| No sanctuary, no hope for change
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| Having tasted a better life puts me
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| At the bottom for so long
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| Gazing at the opening above me
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| I see a hope for change
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| I see a hope for more
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| Just sacrifice for survival
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| Life is what you make it, what you make it
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| No holding back
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| Today I feast on this spoiled world
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| As the rest famine
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| As the rest famine below me
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| As the rest famine |