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Where do we all turn our heads in despair
when we're all just beads in the rain
When our gods forsake our hopes
will we find our ropes
and hang ourselves in our dreams
But only if you say please.

Because I know the truth

We all die one day
no matter what they say
We will be buried or our corpses burned,
and for blink of an eye, we're mourned
Until we'll be forgotten memories of past centuries

And when you say your farewells,
leave us into these empty shells
where we rot and slowly devour ourselves
until we're nothing more than empty shelves
that believe in something greater
of what we're so much fainter

Because you believe in it so

We all die one day
no matter what they say
We will be buried or our corpses burned,
and for blink of an eye, we're mourned
Until we'll be forgotten memories of past centuries

When the memories forsake us
when our hopes take the first bus
and hop away from our minds
because we're not the right kind
Will we ever find someone, anyone
that would never forget us, leave us alone?

Because I fail to believe that

We all die one day
no matter what they say
We will be buried or our corpses burned,
and for blink of an eye, we're mourned
Until we'll be forgotten memories of past centuries