Scent of Remains - The Forfeit


Ink blots stain the white page,

dripping from the dreams of another day.

Our hopes- now seen through a cage

We are the resistance being swept away

 

The start of the fall,

in the shadows of concrete walls

Begging for more time

lack of sight will be our demise

 

The puppet master pulls our strings

upturned smiles precisely conducting

Our lives seen through TV screens

we are now the wheels of the machine

 

The start of the fall,

in the shadows of concrete walls

Begging for more time

lack of sight will be our demise

 

We are the blind generation,

begging, applauding, obeying

We are the blind generation.

We are the wheels of the machine

 

We are losing this war x3

 

We're falling fast through the bridges we've burned

So much pain, but no lesson learned.

Behind broken walls we'll see

we are the failures we were meant to be

 

The start of the fall,

in the shadows of concrete walls

Begging for more time

lack of sight will be our demise

 

We are the blind generation

begging, applauding, obeying

We are the blind generation

We are the wheels of the machine

 

We are losing this war.

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