The world is a folly in the fade
broken waves on the strings of decay
A desolated dive into our fate
Oh we we're strong but we we're too late
And who are you to take the blame from us
We drew our cards and played the game
And the road we pave will soon be our grave
when there's nothing left to save
Oh are you there
I still breathe the air
So let's walk, to the edge
and we'll fall down when there's nothing left to be found
to be found out here
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