2,630 : 45 ?The world will roll on I think
in its rutted track in its gravity sink
I won’t give up ever, no
As long as I’ve life and some way to go
We always think we’re in the central hour
we seem to believe in some persistence of power
but history tells a different tale
and we’re all staring blindly in the belly of the whale
It might string along a thousand pages
It might be prescribed across the ages
It might vanish in my own lifetime
I can’t tell if that would be such a crime
I heard the voice warn all out war
I had to wonder what it all was for
Nobody wins nobody wins again
this must be evil this must be sin
what
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