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Cataclysm
Miracles expected
Devastation delivered
The American way
Just political maneuvers
Mastering the trade
Coffee as human gasoline
Running our systems on high
Wiping our thought process clean
An ordinary mission
In an ordinary crisis
The end of the world
A picture is priceless
An upheaving of force
To shake the Earth from its roots
Disappointed, I'm supposed to grow up
My life is supposed to be for me to choose
Oh well, just my time as well
The experiences I missed
Would most likely cause pain anyway
The thought of love for another makes me sick
Excuse me for not being concerned
I'm glad I'm alive to see the end
An uproar for which we have no solution
A rampage of which we cannot defend
You can't slay me now
This is my time
I'm invisible to you
Since we're all next in line
Even though are lives are short
I still hold a place for you
And as I am burnt alive
My eyes will still be focused on you..
