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I stood alone the highest cliff-top,
looked down, around, and all I could see
were that I would dearly love to share with
crashing on quite to the sea....
I to ask what game this was,
but knew I would not it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We have looked upon the
and they are wanting;
we looked hard across the land,
but we can see no
we have now to sear the sky,
but we are still
we are drawing to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The are piled in mountain-shapes,
there is no except to go forward.
ask us for an answer now,
it's far too to bow to that convention.
What course is left but to die?
We have looked upon the Kings,
found them than mortals:
their names are before the just
of our young, new law.
Minds strong, we hurtle on
into the portal;
No-one can our final vault
the unknown maw.
And as the Elders beat their

know that it is really far too late now to us.
For if the sky is death
what is the point in breath?...Expel it!
What cause is there but to die
in search of something we're not quite of?'
What is there left but to die?
What cause is there but to die?
What cause is there but to die?
...I really know why...
I know our ends may be
but why do you make sooner?
may finally prove
only the move her and
no lies in the quicksand.
Yes I it's
Out of control, out of
Greasy slides on the rails,
Young minds and bodies on steel impaled....
Cogs tearing bones, tearing bones:
Iron-throated are forcing our screams,
Mind and box-press the dreams.
...but still is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war with knives, with our lives,
can teach nothing;
death offers no hope, we must
for the unknown
our blood, abate the flood,
the disaster...
there's ways than screaming in the mob:
that us merely cogs of hatred.
Look to the why and we are,
look to and the stars and in the end
What choice is there but to live
in the hope of
our children's little ones?
choice is there but to live?
What is there but to live?
What choice is there but to
to save the little
choice is there left but to try?