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We're standing on the precipice

Of our own demise

Laughing in its face

It will ignore our cries

We're standing on a cliff

Pissing in the wind

Can you feel the raindrops

Dancing on your chin

We're standing on the brink of total war

Can you sense the blood upon the floor

We're cutting off our nose to spite our face

Will we bleed out

War appears to have been waged

Upon the broader whole we are

Cut our nose to spite our face

Foolish sullen children

Truth appears to have been slain

Upon the altar of the vain

Vacant eyes and stagnant minds

We owe ourselves better