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The end. Destruction burns. Fear pumps through the famous. Desolation is in the air. This is our station.
The weak, the corrupt. It dies. Before our eyes it dies. As far as the eye can see: only destruction.
Is it hopeless? What can be done?
Chorus Is it too late? Are we too late to save ourselves? We’re living in, in a dead world.
Crying out for a change. What can be done?
Each day, we slip further away. On the edge of ruin.
It won’t be long before we succumb.
Chorus
It’s so cold, and with no joy, we must save Ourselves.
Now this is a fight, because there is little left to hold on to. And to beg forgiveness, for when in blackness, now I can see.
Chorus II It’s not too late, oh, not too late to save ourselves. It’s not too late, oh, not too late to save ourselves.
apologies, that's still slightly wrong.here's the correct:
The end. Destruction burns. Fear pumps through the faithless. Desolation is in the air. This is our station.
It won’t be long before we succumb....
It’s so cold, and with no joy, blame ourselves.
Now this is a fight, because there is little left to hold on to. And to beg forgiveness, for when in blindness, now I can see.
Correct lyrics:
The end. Destruction burns. Fear pumps through the famous. Desolation is in the air. This is our station.
The weak, the corrupt. It dies. Before our eyes it dies. As far as the eye can see: only destruction.
Is it hopeless? What can be done?
Chorus Is it too late? Are we too late to save ourselves? We’re living in, in a dead world.
Crying out for a change. What can be done?
Each day, we slip further away. On the edge of ruin.
It won’t be long before we succumb.
Is it hopeless? What can be done?
Chorus
It’s so cold, and with no joy, we must save Ourselves.
Now this is a fight, because there is little left to hold on to. And to beg forgiveness, for when in blackness, now I can see.
Chorus II It’s not too late, oh, not too late to save ourselves. It’s not too late, oh, not too late to save ourselves.
apologies, that's still slightly wrong.here's the correct:
apologies, that's still slightly wrong.here's the correct:
The end. Destruction burns. Fear pumps through the faithless. Desolation is in the air. This is our station.
The end. Destruction burns. Fear pumps through the faithless. Desolation is in the air. This is our station.
The weak, the corrupt. It dies. Before our eyes it dies. As far as the eye can see: only destruction.
The weak, the corrupt. It dies. Before our eyes it dies. As far as the eye can see: only destruction.
Is it hopeless? What can be done?
Is it hopeless? What can be done?
Chorus Is it too late? Are we too late to save ourselves? We’re living in, in a dead world.
Chorus Is it too late? Are we too late to save ourselves? We’re living in, in a dead world.
Crying out for a change. What can be done?
Crying out for a change. What can be done?
Each day, we slip further away. On the edge of ruin.
Each day, we slip further away. On the edge of ruin.
It won’t be long before we succumb....
It won’t be long before we succumb.
Is it hopeless? What can be done?
Chorus
It’s so cold, and with no joy, blame ourselves.
Now this is a fight, because there is little left to hold on to. And to beg forgiveness, for when in blindness, now I can see.
Chorus II It’s not too late, oh, not too late to save ourselves. It’s not too late, oh, not too late to save ourselves.