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We can't make up our minds

This endless cycle, confusing the stalwart

Words seep through the cracks of their ears

But their mind is altered in desolation

Enslaved nation, building on the fear

That tomorrow may never come

Anxiously we wait for the fallout

All the while gluing our eyes to the mirror

Can we change?

Do we even know what's around the corner?

Holding our breath as the bombs fall from the sky

Your nightmare is my reality

Pitiful are the absent failures

Absolving not sin, but the lives we are given

Hear them mourn just around the corner

Bodies littered among the pills they've taken