LYRIC

I see them coming,
With shrouds to bury us all,
Before we were born they shaped our lives,
Leading us into an umarked grave,
In moments life could end,
So I will speak while I can.

This is my chance,
My time to stand.

We may fall alone but that is better,
Then dying with them only to be forgotten,
For one would rather suffer now,
Than leave this life without passion.

This is our chance,
Our time to stand.

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