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Flash in the horizon by the dead of dawn
Like hunted stray dogs we’ll leave our home

Cradle for (new) aeon, built to echo our lore
Deteriorated with its hollow core

How many failures, how many broken dreams
Are forsaken by time and yet to be seen?

Catastrophe, fallout, murder
Suffer deformation
Will they ever return?
Wonder wheel still awaits

Let's wash our hands in blood and hold our heads up high
Forsake our incompleteness and give it another try
Pass the fault onward to face the brave new dawn
That will fall down with denial profound

Leaders close their eyes and we will never open ours..

All for success and wealth we meant to do no harm
But we crossed that line

Catastrophe, fallout, nuclear winter

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