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silhouette of dying
the sting in my heart
the entire world crashes amongst us,
we'll slip away
with the acid spilled through our lungs.
no one will be left,
to attend our funerals,
to dress in black and white,
and cry as they lower our bodies,
into the ground.
our graves and the graves of others we have never met
will go unattended.
because,
the stage is set,
with the black cloud of war,
the cries of children,
rip through our ears.
the bomb blasts are distant,
but are approaching rapidly.
gunshots sound off.
we once were told,
everything would be fine.
they said not to worry,
as one by one we faded away.
now were only,
forgotten lives.
there is no cure,
no one left to care.
the black cloud has set in again.
the sting in my heart
the entire world crashes amongst us,
we'll slip away
with the acid spilled through our lungs.
no one will be left,
to attend our funerals,
to dress in black and white,
and cry as they lower our bodies,
into the ground.
our graves and the graves of others we have never met
will go unattended.
because,
the stage is set,
with the black cloud of war,
the cries of children,
rip through our ears.
the bomb blasts are distant,
but are approaching rapidly.
gunshots sound off.
we once were told,
everything would be fine.
they said not to worry,
as one by one we faded away.
now were only,
forgotten lives.
there is no cure,
no one left to care.
the black cloud has set in again.