Our time will arise, our time will arise, our time will arise some sweet day Our time will arise, our time will arise, our time will arise some sweet day A station of faces, a platform that's bleak cold and staring No more A crowd slowly watching with eyes that are bloodshot and aching No we couldn't stay here, no we couldn't wait here No we couldn't hold on betrayed and abused Abandoned to rot here like cold empty empires Arising a monster, we slip into hatred
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