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Fulfillment
What is this? And where are we? How could've this happened?
These feeling flow constantly in the minds, in and out,
as they reach into the air, grasping, oh so desperately.
But what's the point, the idea will never stay (it'll never stay),
forgiveness has flown off, far into the air, too far to reach.
It's too late to change, it's just too late, there would be nothing left,
they caused so much damage already, there's not much they can do.
Give them one more chance, we shout, but there's no turning back..
At least not from death..
Where are we? And where are you? Your promise hasn't been fulfilled,
and I stand, not we, I..I stand waiting, constantly waiting, but it's so far off.
Desperation fills the mind, as the idea of hope slips out the door,
why must we go on like this? Why must we keep repeating the mistakes,
the mistakes that has killed us, killed us so much, killed us to the point of breakage.
How long, I ask, how long, we shout – it's longed for it to end.
It's so close to us, I can taste it on my lips, but it's so far, slipping out of our grasp.
And suddenly, it's here, but there have been so many scars inflicted upon us,
the real question is this: was it really worth it?
Truth has never been so harsh, yet so relieving to finally have.
The past binds us in chains, so many chains, yet its only thin string.
We strain in them, we long for freedom, but as long as we're alone,
we have absolutely no hope, for we are so stubborn and ignorant,
for ignorance is truly no type of bliss, it's the roadblock for so many.
When is it going to be over? It's been happening for so long..
They say soon, it's meant to comfort us, but when is soon, we shout.
Where is grace when you need it? When is comfort when you need it?
It's so far away.
Where are we? And where are you? Your promise hasn't been fulfilled,
and I stand, not we, I..I stand waiting, constantly waiting, but it's so far off.
Desperation fills the mind, as the idea of hope slips out the door,
why must we go on like this? Why must we keep repeating the mistakes,
the mistakes that has killed us, killed us so much, killed us to the point of breakage.
How long, I ask, how long, we shout – it's longed for it to end.
It's so close to us, I can taste it on my lips, but it's so far, slipping out of our grasp.
And suddenly, it's here, but there have been so many scars inflicted upon us,
the real question is this: was it really worth it?
Let us free, free from these bindings, they're so loose but they persist.
They back down, but they come up with new weapons, deadlier than before,
deadlier than ever, when will it stop? This musicality is only an aid for the past,
but what is the past? The future is now, but it's so far away, the future..
What is it? Or shall we ask, when is it? What is time, why must it torture,
why must it torture us so? And suddenly, we break free, but we're still here,
how do we get out, how do we get out?
This nightmare of reality, (this nightmare of reality) has gone too far,
but we're still stuck here.
God, help us, we're together, but we are so alone, for selfishness and greed..
selfishness and greed has mutilated us, made us mutate in so many ways,
God, help us, why are we still here? Give us some comfort,
can't you love us? For the world cannot love us so?
Can't you love us?
Can't you save us?
Save us..
These feeling flow constantly in the minds, in and out,
as they reach into the air, grasping, oh so desperately.
But what's the point, the idea will never stay (it'll never stay),
forgiveness has flown off, far into the air, too far to reach.
It's too late to change, it's just too late, there would be nothing left,
they caused so much damage already, there's not much they can do.
Give them one more chance, we shout, but there's no turning back..
At least not from death..
Where are we? And where are you? Your promise hasn't been fulfilled,
and I stand, not we, I..I stand waiting, constantly waiting, but it's so far off.
Desperation fills the mind, as the idea of hope slips out the door,
why must we go on like this? Why must we keep repeating the mistakes,
the mistakes that has killed us, killed us so much, killed us to the point of breakage.
How long, I ask, how long, we shout – it's longed for it to end.
It's so close to us, I can taste it on my lips, but it's so far, slipping out of our grasp.
And suddenly, it's here, but there have been so many scars inflicted upon us,
the real question is this: was it really worth it?
Truth has never been so harsh, yet so relieving to finally have.
The past binds us in chains, so many chains, yet its only thin string.
We strain in them, we long for freedom, but as long as we're alone,
we have absolutely no hope, for we are so stubborn and ignorant,
for ignorance is truly no type of bliss, it's the roadblock for so many.
When is it going to be over? It's been happening for so long..
They say soon, it's meant to comfort us, but when is soon, we shout.
Where is grace when you need it? When is comfort when you need it?
It's so far away.
Where are we? And where are you? Your promise hasn't been fulfilled,
and I stand, not we, I..I stand waiting, constantly waiting, but it's so far off.
Desperation fills the mind, as the idea of hope slips out the door,
why must we go on like this? Why must we keep repeating the mistakes,
the mistakes that has killed us, killed us so much, killed us to the point of breakage.
How long, I ask, how long, we shout – it's longed for it to end.
It's so close to us, I can taste it on my lips, but it's so far, slipping out of our grasp.
And suddenly, it's here, but there have been so many scars inflicted upon us,
the real question is this: was it really worth it?
Let us free, free from these bindings, they're so loose but they persist.
They back down, but they come up with new weapons, deadlier than before,
deadlier than ever, when will it stop? This musicality is only an aid for the past,
but what is the past? The future is now, but it's so far away, the future..
What is it? Or shall we ask, when is it? What is time, why must it torture,
why must it torture us so? And suddenly, we break free, but we're still here,
how do we get out, how do we get out?
This nightmare of reality, (this nightmare of reality) has gone too far,
but we're still stuck here.
God, help us, we're together, but we are so alone, for selfishness and greed..
selfishness and greed has mutilated us, made us mutate in so many ways,
God, help us, why are we still here? Give us some comfort,
can't you love us? For the world cannot love us so?
Can't you love us?
Can't you save us?
Save us..
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