How far can this go, this self-righteous deal
The days of danger lingerly stroll like a balancing act
of ice and fire, salt and steel
There’s nothing here for your soul
It spreads out before like poisonous mud
It grips you in and clogs up your blood
There will come a time when we will all have to cry
We will have to cry before we die
Some are dead already they say with a moan
Some moan already they say with the dead
I’m here now down on my hands and my knees
But they would rather be dead than turn their keys
Oh I could howl all night
I could howl at the moon, at the stars and sky
I could howl with you
I could howl into the air
My howling would find no reward
except myself feeling sad
I shall cry but my tears can not be seen
I shall sing but my voice will not be heard
This is a world of iron and steel
This is a world where death is the only word
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