.Shouldnât fight whatâs coming
Ebb and flow, cynical as we roll
When you find your low
Underground and crawling slow
Searching out our fate
Locked behind a guarded gate
Weâre alone, but itâs crowded
Here, inside, no priest will venture
We are dead, we are dead, yet.
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