2'30
Guilty bones rest their feet
in piles of ash,where home was seen
a long days work,worth tomorrow's tea
and a vision of softly crying sirens
''what have you done to the children,what have you
done with them?
their future is as bleak as the ash you stand in!
what did you tell them and why?''
They'll live in bliss for longer in a lie,but blind
I choose thirst with no bounds and hunger with no limits
This is the life of color and passion
but frail is the trail of ambitious advances
condemned to faces and statues
all made of asheS....
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