Since dawn the sorrows never die.
The promises, they’re all a lie.
Soon we’ll all part, we’ll go away.
What does it matter if we don’t stay?
This life this dungeon, it’s our lives.
With endless pain we’re to survive.
No expectations, our souls go on,
A lifeless slumber, we’re good as gone.
Those rumors come of certain end,
Would demolition work to amend?
Those broken souls, those hills of ash,
Can they recover? We’re all too rash.
Among the fallen, among those hurt,
Pick up the pieces, how to of sort.
We’re all too ready, for end to come.
No hope can change us, not even some.
The thought of whether, we live a lie,
The thought of whether we live or die,
It matters no more. It’s all too late.
This world it is, too full of hate.
The thought of whether, we live a lie,
The thought of whether we live or die,
It matters no longer, that’s all to say.
There’s no point in living, when nothing will stay.
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