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Gazing at the horizon, lost in a cryptic majesty
Gazing at the horizon, so long
What have we done, a slowly dying Earth
A suffocating wasteland
For convenience and a so called, progression
Visions of prophecy
Faces pushed in the earth
Visions of prophecy
So long
What have we done, a slowly dying Earth
A suffocating wasteland
For convenience and so called, progression
Nothing, will change, unless we inflict, transition
Praying on bended knees (empty)
Closed eyes cannot see (empty)
Praying on bended knees (empty)
Is there still time...
The sands of time
Slipping through
Our, our fingers
Is there still time
Still time (Is there still time)
Gazing at the horizon, lost in a cryptic majesty
Gazing at the horizon, so long
What have we done, a slowly dying Earth
A suffocating wasteland
For convenience, and so called, progression
Nothing, will change, unless we inflict, transition
Praying on bended knees (empty)
Closed eyes cannot see (empty)
Praying on bended knees (empty)
Is there still time
The sands of time
Are slipping, through
Our, our fingers
Is there still time
Is there still time (is there still time)
(Is there still time) (is tgere still time)
Is there, still time
Burned, and raped, in the name of humanity
I pray for death for, your, release
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