There is nothing here..
but dust.
There is nothing here..
to lust
It is a
failure
Maybe,
we should endure
There might be,..
yet a cure
but it's a..
..failure
The men all live,
with fear
and the enemy,
is near
we have to go now
bring the shovels
and your guns
the devil has our smell.. and..
it..
is..
raging.
The coal is burning hot
the fire,
can't be stopped
it..
is..
a..
failure
Hope
is for the fools
the roads ahead,..
are all obscured
wicked are the birds
who are..
caged..
in..
ow now, cry no more
defeat walked in
to an open door
and together, we endured..
until..
we are..
gone..
now..
wicked..
are the birds
who, were
caged..
in..
There is nothing left but dust
They were nothing left, no lust
we are the birds
the birds who
(never)
gave.. in..
...
wicked are the birds
wicked are the birds
..
that we've been
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