Вершы: 200 North. Feltonic Prophecy.

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It's crashing down
This comfort that you've known will soon be washed away
with every choice with every single action there's a consequence
There is a price that must be paid.
You're running out of time.
You're running out of time.
The sun will collapse and destroy your world
What can I say?
Everything you strive for, really means nothing.
The higher you climb the that ladder the further you get from yourself
The higher you climb, the more you destroy yourself.
There is no sympathy for those that blind their eyes.
There is no sympathy, there is a price that must be paid.
(Chrous)
Time... The greatest enemy of all.
Why? Why do we waste all our time? Why?
Give me an answer.
We base our lives...
around posessions and we lose track of all value
These things will perish.
These things will only destroy us.
This thigns will only enslave us.
Elitist pedistal, I despise you.