See the skies hanging low Up upon walls the crumbling voice You ask yourself what is this time And what's the meaning of being? You ask yourself what is this time And what's the meaning of being?
Follow the river at rail High hopes pierce our poor souls Like the disaster follows another No chance to live
In this place gone is your heart Have you done your best Spent time to wait for nothing Now you fail what's left behind
Now the skies hanging lower The bubble of growing vice You ask yourself what the hell is this We were meant to be something Like the better day
In this place gone is your heart Have you done your best Spent time to wait for nothing Now you fail what's left behind
Follow the path to the end Find your true self with yourself To believe what you see
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