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This is our wasteland
Look at it grow
Dust, circles of sand
And crimson-red foes

This feels so quiet
And nothing ever comes out right
And why do
I feel so empty after winning my fights?
It's over, time to build on
The graves of all our enemies
As a reminder
To no one that everything is built on fake peace

Can we stop ourselves?
Can we stop ourselves?
Can we save the day
From the Hell we make?

This feels so quiet
And nothing ever comes out right
And why do
I feel so empty after winning my fights?
It's over, time to build on
The graves of all our enemies
As a reminder
To no one that everything is built on fake peace

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