Gasping for air. A lie
This life's grip on us is closing
in on our sense of reality
You are the prophet, I have been sent here,
to warm you of your demise
We've lose the instruction manual
that dictates our right to live freely
You will thank us tomorrow, for what's been done today
Survival forced us to take control
Grasping us by our throat
But in the end these ruins have left all
but peace was that not the point?
No one will be content with the outcome
of our course of action
You are the prophet, you have been chosen,
to come here and rectify
Without your aid we would all become lost
You will thank us tomorrow
For what's been done today
Survival forced us to take control
Grasping us by our throat
But in the end these ruins have left all
but peace was that not the point?
In this life you would love to believe you're important
but no, we are just primitive biped jumping
on the bed of our futures
Lets take a bow
We are just another carbon copy
Do not walk blinded tonight
The time has come
To rectify
You will thank us tomorrow, For what's been done today
Live your life free
Free
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