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I stood alone upon the cliff-top,
looked down, around, and all that I see
were those that I would dearly love to with
crashing on quite to the sea....
I tried to ask game this was,
but knew I not play it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We have looked upon the
and are found wanting;
we have hard across the land,
but we can see no
we have now dared to 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 escape to go forward.
Don't ask us for an now,
it's far too to bow to that convention.
course is there left but to die?
We have upon the High Kings,
them less than mortals:
their names are before the just
of our young, new law.
Minds stumbling strong, we on
into the dark
No-one can our final vault
the unknown maw.
And as the beat their brows

know that it is far too late now to stop us.
For if the sky is seeded
what is the in catching breath?...Expel it!
cause is there left but to die
in search of something we're not sure of?'
cause is there left but to die?
What is there left but to die?
What cause is there but to die?
...I don't know why...
I know our may be soon
but why do you make sooner?
Time may prove
the living move her and
no life in the quicksand.
Yes I it's
Out of control, out of
machinery slides on the rails,
Young minds and on steel spokes impaled....
Cogs tearing bones, cogs bones:
Iron-throated monsters are our screams,
and machinery box-press the dreams.
...but still is time...
Cowards are who run today,
the is beginning...
no war with knives, with our lives,
can teach nothing;
death no hope, we must grope
for the answer:
our blood, abate the flood,
the disaster...
there's ways than screaming in the mob:
that makes us cogs of hatred.
Look to the why and we are,
to yourselves and the stars and in the end
What choice is there but to live
in the hope of
our children's children's ones?
What choice is but to live?
What choice is there but to
What choice is but to live?
to save the little
What choice is there but to try?