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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 what this was,
but knew I would not it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We looked upon the heroes
and they are wanting;
we have looked across the land,
but we can see no
we have now to sear the sky,
but we are bleeding;
we are drawing to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The are piled in mountain-shapes,
there is no escape 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 less mortals:
their are dust before the just
of our young, new law.
Minds strong, we hurtle on
into the portal;
No-one can halt our vault
into the maw.
And as the Elders beat their

know that it is far too late now to stop us.
For if the sky is death
what is the point in breath?...Expel it!
What cause is left but to die
in search of we're not quite sure of?'
What cause is left but to die?
What cause is left but to die?
What is there left but to die?
...I really don't why...
I our ends may be soon
but why do you them sooner?
Time may finally
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 bodies on spokes impaled....
tearing bones, cogs tearing bones:
Iron-throated monsters are our screams,
Mind and box-press the dreams.
...but there is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war with knives, fight our lives,
lemmings can nothing;
death offers no hope, we grope
for the answer:
our blood, abate the flood,
the disaster...
there's other ways than 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 but to live
in the of saving
our children's little ones?
What is there but to live?
What is there but to live?
What is there but to live?
to save the ones?
What choice is left but to try?