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Art by murexas!!! / mur3xas I'm actually so glad I don't have a manager or sponsors. Can you imagine trying to explain this to them? Anyway thanks for humouring my dumb shenanigans. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS: Here we are. We're back again. I thought time might mend, but it seems to me that all good things must end. We sense dissent. (We hunt its scent.) We rip. We rend till it's torn to shreds. Why can't we see for once what we've done? We went to war and no one won. Is this your sick idea of fun? Seeing just which ties can be undone. Please, just tell me why we're here if all you do is point and jeer. Your cries of pity aren't sincere, that's clear. I can't tell if you can see this psychopathy seeping through the trite you're spewing. "They grew the stem." "They breathe, we condemn." "Oh, it's Us vs. Them." And what really stings the most is that I know that I'm the one who let this grow. It ferments and festers oh, so slow, but still, I let this hatred flow. And sure, we'll hurt. And sure, we'll die, but I really thought that we'd be fine as long as we could just be kind, alike. But then again, it's not the end. Save the sour laments, 'cos maybe it's too late to make amends, but I'd rather try, and lose this fight than just stand aside. So, I'll go and put myself in the light. Find the time. Fight this quiet. I'm tired of standing idly by. I don't wanna pick a side. And maybe, I'm just naive and this is how it's meant to be; crushed beneath the enmity. Contempt without remedy. Choose a side. Prepare to fight. There's no end in sight. Why can't we just get along tonight? Grab a seat, and pour a drink and come sing along with me. We'll help us see we can't be crushed. We can be free.