The twilight sky is crying
And the sea is all but calm
My soul is slowly dying
The wind is harmany psalm.
The voices in my head
And fighting will not cease
My judgment has fled
The atmosphere has no peace.
All is finally quiet
But i don't think that's good
We've all made the riot
And ended what we could.
Stretched are the trees arms
And the world looks pissed
The sounding of the alarms
Know that all of mankind will be missed.
Scared as I am
And frightened are you
As somber as a lamb
But to know what we are is through.
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