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On the Edge
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World crumbling beneath my feet
Hypocrisy spreading among the weak
World going down a deep dark hole
Darker than even your soul
These days I can stop and realize
TV, Radio plays all lies
Everything is ending soon
Watching the eclipse of the moon
For the world to fall into itself
Itself which has crumbled and decayed beyond redemption
Redemption itself never asked for so cannot be forgiven
For in the minds of the meek we all die.
