This bitter age, so lost with rage
You can feel the stage shift the cage
But your only hope is to stay sane
In a land divided by its collective brain
They’re lost, this herd of sheep
Watch them whisper in their sleep
Eyes of black and tears of mud
They cover their ears to stop the flood
No doubt now the end is near
How proud is the world of your career?
You know it's all worthless in the end my dear
This pretend social caste we all must adhere
Finally the ground is shaking
Bringing on the last awakening
So silent you heard a pin drop
Before it hits the ground your heart will stop
Gone before your shadow’s hand
Gripped the door into the land
So take your time as you watch the clock
The simple tick pounds like a rock
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