Noew we've come to the age Where the splendour fades And we can look behind drooping facades The glossy front's just fake The firm base breaks, as this doomed world slowly decays Illusions fly high Nothing we don't try To build up fantasies we can believe The dance on dragon's jaws In reach of it's claws, destroys the little we could retrieve We have resigned to our fate Afraid that out time is up now Though it is not quite too late, if we take to action now We see no future, just today's endured A tomorrow is smoke in the wind We dance, sing, play 'cause we feel the strain of living at the end of our time Our legacy Fades and melts away Because tomorrow May not ever be So we dance and sing Try to bear the thought of approaching the end of our time
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