Bella Morte
A Dying World
Standing high above the crawling wasted worldAnother day goes by and still we carry onRun another stretch of road that knows no endWatch the fires burn beneath the blackened skyStanding high above the crawling wasted worldLook close as cities fallStark white the bombs explodeAnd we carry on, and still the story goes,For there is no end, no shelter from this ageBright the running lights remind me of my homeBut blackened steel and bitter dust still call my heartShadowed hands tight beneath the blackened skyShadowed words hold true andNothing stands as strong before this stormAs life is so short and tomorrow might not come for usI will not fall, no pain can hold, and still I have a smileIn a world decayed we walk against the fallWatching as the past burns down and future builds a future boldI live to breathe, to feel as realFor death looks on an ever changing world
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