t have to see suffering out of sight, is more action out of mind knowing what i know about man's inhumanity to man i could only hate myself if i left
nothing but an armful of empty promises your continued existence is meaningless someday you'll learn of all the pain you've made and i hope that
I'm leaving right now, not for another moment. Can I stand to bear the weight of your eyes upon me. There's a weight that pressing on my shoulders.
and then it's over you've just got to decide if you'll live life on your knees a clear choice between revolution and apathy if the pain is too much,
lives have. Revolved around this thing we've made. More amazing still that we continue on today. It's grown to be more than we could ever have hope
wake up from the slumber that you've been forced into climb out from the depths of sleep to the waking world asleep with your eyes wide open we stumble
separated, compartmentalized these are the dreary days of our lives screened out, and filed away locked into drawers of human decay forced to live wall
Dark Lord chaos, your time has come. The people of the Elvin Hills of Algoroth will regain command of their homeland. And their pride will flourish
straight towards us all. We feel the callings of our futures. The push and full, the force of time continues ever forward. Our hopes and dreams overcome
feed the machine that eats up our lives churning out product, end result of time processed then sold back to us, and renamed convenience left with the
there is this energy that flows from withing there is this volition that's constantly repressed the ability to connect to live and love without regret
I'll bow my head and plow forward. Carve my heart out from my ribs. Trap it in a box and throw away the key. If I told you where I hid it. You'd
this is a call to notice that which has gone unnoticed that all of us are walking wounded bearing hidden scars and subtle bruises the casualties of a
all the time that you've sold away. Of all the smiles, laughter and passion. You've left behind. One of many, you file into the lines. Your hopes
for empty promises never once have we stopped to question the assumption that we have the knowledge to dictate what lives and dies what lives and dies
all there is no way out of this hole we're in despair grabs hold and we throw up our hands we can fight back with hope and begin again
when man made the choice that production holds more meaning than life he sentenced our world to a slow and lingering death strip the land of all it holds
You'd think I wouldn't miss you. But your persistent voice cuts through me like glass. Memories of not so pleasant times soon to kill me. Like well
