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Searching aside for what may lie ahead
But instead taking down what’s built again and again
Forgotten.

Is this the way of life? We are living.
Is it the sands of time? Choking our existence.

Walking forward while staring at the ground
Hoping to forget that our future is drowned by the sins of our past
We die every day hoping the reaper takes our breath away

Is this the way of life? We are living.
Is it the sands of time? Choking our existence.

We are nothing but mindless drones
Crushed dreams and broken hopes
Marching the planet of the human race
Lost in existence, accepting death’s embrace

As the vulture circle above our heads,
Our children die in our hands
We are the purest
We are the greatest

But we’re still all mindless drones
With crushed dreams and broken hopes
We’re all dancing on our tombstones
We’re all fucking drones!

Is this the way of life?
Is is the sands of time?
OUR FUTURE LIES WITHIN OUR TOMBSTONES!

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