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• Artiste: Undying
• Titre: For The Dying
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Lost to stagnant waters of apathy That have been flooded by ignorance The spirit of revolution, of change, of cause Suffering silently, cast aside and forgotten Hungers for a better day And are we dead within these cages we are sold? So close your eyes, pretend to dream as you grow cold This culture has been crippled by the emptiness of life lived With nothing and no one to die for In this darkness so thick with no hint of light We cling to the promises of science and technology All the wonderwork modern miracles leading us Always and all ways To one ancient vision, one way to live And we submit, ruled by the lies we have been told So lift your head, pretend to feel as you grow cold What are we waiting for? In the comfort of naivety What are we living for? Awaiting the death that silence brings what can we offer this world in which we have taken more than our share? And all that we give, all we will spare Is a festering greed for that which was never ours and always what to not-see, what to not-hear what to do and how to live Clenched fingers numb and weary White-knuckled and gripping tight To who we are, what we are, no more and no less Hopelessly satisfied with the filth we have created Never striving for anything beyond mere survival Yet surprised by these feelings of loss Thirsting for something more than this life But unwilling to make it our own Patient we wait for that last fleeting breath Unfulfilled, unknown But I will not stand by I will not stand by