The chorus of life has spoken; past has the child of reason. Fading through winters' lonely passage We crawl at the feet of evolution Some became kings and some became gods and the rest just followed, swallowed their freedom and joined the charade We did not realize we all had lost, we locked the door and hid our shame in this environment of fear A hopeless scenario of apathy unleashed, a dreadful travesty captured and revealed ... Shown under a cloak of loud indifference, where the human stain kisses the pestilence Gather for life's final hour Cold hands reaching for the fire Some became wolves and some became sheep, and eyes sown shut governed our frozen perspective of the world We did not realize we all had lost; we locked the door and hid our shame in this environment of fear A phantom dissonance; The quiet storm erupts the eminence... of sickness born A hopeless scenario of apathy unleashed, a dreadful travesty captured and revealed... Shown under a cloak of loud indifference, where the human stain kisses the pestilence
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