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Into black again

The turning of the time

I fear the end

Look into my eyes

You’ll see I’m unworthy

The world is in disguise

No help, no sympathy

Our differences are taking all control

Death will seize the weakest by man’s hand

Invoking fear of living all we can

Through the vicious smog

Beg for the things we need

A world without a god that takes from infancy