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broken world
As we feed a broken nation
Our soul is searching
For a porpose
As we are crying
We are dying
In our own story
All the efforts we put in
Means nothing
As this world is corrupted
As our dreams shatter
As we grow colder
Do we hear the screams
Of the tortured
Do we feel anything
The clock is turning
The earth spins away
As our time comes
To a end
Our soul is searching
For a porpose
As we are crying
We are dying
In our own story
All the efforts we put in
Means nothing
As this world is corrupted
As our dreams shatter
As we grow colder
Do we hear the screams
Of the tortured
Do we feel anything
The clock is turning
The earth spins away
As our time comes
To a end
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