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Generation's Face
The face of our generation,
Decayed and deformed,
Twisted within itself,
Conflict of interest unfolds,
War will be born,
Rejoice the fallen angel,
The end has come,
We'll dance as the world burns,
Our redemption lies in its demise,
In such a world as this,
Does one dare to think for themself?
To know the truth and faith,
This paradox will destroy itself,
Towards the day we revolt,
The pain thresh hold unfolds,
As the skin begins to rot away,
This spirit sleeping somewhere cold,
The yearn to be free begins,
War will be born,
As the world burns.
