Hurry up,
Don't stay behind.
Try to keep up with me,
Stay in the line.
There's a hope
At the end of town.
Keep an eye on the wolfs
and your head down.
We have to make it trough
Before the down.
Just one breath away
Before it's gone.
There's nothing more that we could like.
Sirens are over.
There's nothing else in here but dust.
The silence choking us.
Nothing else that we could find,
The storm is over.
There's no one else in here but us.
Those little traitors of trust
Are coming over...
Ugly traitors or just
Another kind of us?
What if this is a must
For us to find way?
How much long before the light?
If we can rise above we'll stay forever,
And if there is another way whenever,
No matter how much time, we'll wait forever,
So please go on with this and try
This this time to rise!
There's nothing more that we could like.
There's no one else in here but us.
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