How many roads are there to walk? How many stories to tell? We are a predatory race Ready to kill for a sign of weakness I am a man with too little to give Alone against the world Where no one cares about the truth anymore: When these feelings come alive Purity in sorrow We're going nowhere fast The contradictions last If I could just see behind the mire This is the dawn of final days An open grave If I could turn back time If I could explain If I could take the road I see Further away: How many songs must be unsung? How many tears to cry? We are a race of ingrates Clutching at straws at end of our days I know the meek shall inherit nothing There's no heaven above Walk away from the world of pain and sorrow.
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