A very interesting Prog Metal song I have admired for many years now takes on a fuller understanding as it applies dead on syllubus.
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https://youtu.be/sNPLaabTu24
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Tears escape from my eyes
As I'm reminded once again
Of the failure of our kind
We're closing up this shop for good
Since we plundered all that we could
What will it take for you to open up your squinting eyes
It's who we are
It's who we are
You can't own what you loan
A short time we've claimed this soil
Which really is no mans land
Time is short, we're running out
But not of ideas of how to squeeze out
The last drops of this borrowed world we call our own
It's who we are
Can't we accept and just go on?
It's who we are
We're trading of the breaking dawn
Unknowing you blend into the dough
Handing your votes to those who are thought of to know
What is left to say
It's sickening me how they're raking in
And couldn't care less as long as they win
It's sickening me when those who have it all
Elbows others to get some more
It's sickening that they'd rather rake the earth
And claim that they're just quenching out thirst
It's sickening how we choose to neglect
How it all unfolds
A vestigial prophecy
Of tomorrows floating orb of debris
A faded memory
Drained out it monument
The echoes of ashamed lament
Of what evolved from silent consent
As a phantom of the past
Holding the cast
As the shadow of a lucent moon
Burned out light years too soon
Benighted we fail to attune
This acheronian state, is it our fate
Way out of sight
Absorbed by night
An endless line
Running past the signs
Thus condoning the fall of all
Shadow of a lucent moon
Burned out light years too soon
Benighted we fail to attune
This acheronian state, is it our fate
Way out of sight
Absorbed by night
It's sickening me how we're wearing down
What is in our care to hand it on
It's sickening me how we fail to see
That all of this just ain't meant for you and me
Ain't meant for you and me