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I stood alone the highest cliff-top,
looked down, around, and all that I see
were those that I would dearly to share with
on quite blindly to the sea....
I tried to ask what game was,
but knew I not play it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We have looked the heroes
and are found wanting;
we have hard across the land,
but we can see no
we now dared to sear the sky,
but we are still
we are near to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The are piled in mountain-shapes,
there is no except to go forward.
Don't ask us for an now,
it's far too late to bow to convention.
What course is left but to die?
We looked upon the High Kings,
found less than mortals:
their names are dust 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 Elders beat brows

know it is really far too late now to stop us.
For if the sky is death
what is the point in breath?...Expel it!
What is there left but to die
in search of something we're not quite sure
What cause is there left but to
What cause is left but to die?
What cause is left but to die?
...I don't know why...
I our ends may be soon
but why do you make sooner?
Time may finally
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 and bodies on steel spokes impaled....
Cogs tearing bones, tearing bones:
monsters 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, fight our lives,
lemmings can teach
death offers no hope, we grope
for the unknown
unite our blood, the flood,
the disaster...
there's other than screaming in the mob:
that us merely cogs of hatred.
to the why and where we are,
look to and the stars and in the end
What choice is there left but to
in the hope of
our children's children's little
What choice is there but to
choice is there but to live?
What choice is but to live?
to the little ones?
What choice is left but to try?