Standing high above the crawling wasted world
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Another day goes by and still we carry on
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Run another stretch of road that knows no end
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Watch the fires burn beneath the blackened sky
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Standing high above the crawling wasted world
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Look close as cities fall,
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Stark white the bombs explode
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And we carry on, and still the story goes,
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For there is no end, no shelter from this age
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Bright the running lights remind me of my home
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But blackened steel and bitter dust still call my heart
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Shadowed hands tight beneath the blackened sky
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Shadowed words hold true and
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Nothing stands as strong before this storm
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As life is so short and tomorrow might not come for us
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I will not fall, no pain can hold, and still I have a smile
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In a world decayed we walk against the fall
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Watching as the past burns down, and future builds a future bold
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I live to breathe, to feel As real
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for death looks on an ever changing world
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A Dying World
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Bella Morte |