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I stood alone upon the cliff-top,
looked down, around, and all I could see
those that I would dearly love to share with
crashing on quite to the sea....
I tried to ask what game 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 have looked hard the land,
but we can see no
we have now dared to the sky,
but we are bleeding;
we are near to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The clouds are 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 there left but to
We have looked the High Kings,
found them less mortals:
their names are 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 their brows

know that it is really far too 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 of something we're not quite sure of?'
What cause is left but to die?
What cause is there left but to
What cause is left but to die?
...I really don't why...
I know our may be soon
but why do you make them
Time may finally
only the move her and
no life 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, cogs tearing
Iron-throated are forcing our screams,
Mind and box-press the dreams.
...but there is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war with knives, with our lives,
lemmings can nothing;
death offers no hope, we grope
for the answer:
our blood, abate the flood,
the disaster...
there's ways than screaming in the mob:
that makes us merely of hatred.
to the why and where we are,
look to yourselves and the and in the end
choice is there left but to live
in the hope of
our children's children's little
What is there but to live?
What choice is but to live?
choice is there but to live?
to save the ones?
What is there left but to try?