A metaphorical comparison between the imagined “end of the world,” and life as we know it today.
lyrics
Breathe, we will be safer here. All the fires are out and the area’s clear.
Take a moment to reflect on the morning’s light when the table was set.
Now it’s gone.
These days, the shadows belong to the dead. These days, we’re reaping the trash that we read.
These days, the martyrs are made as we shed our ways.
Chose with what you wish to fight, for the scavengers roam through the town every night.
Where have the children gone? They’ve been forced into arms and deprived of their songs.
It’s a shame.
There’s a line between delusions and fate, but it’s dissipating day by day.
When you wake, stand down and take it slow cause our lives are just a picture show
and we can’t rest until we die.
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