The reek of thousand years
Sticks in clothes and on hands
The sons die before the fathers
Cos they can't breathe in this waste land
What you don't know
Won't hurt you
The end comes slow
This world gives us our due
Everything had gone well
So let sleeping dogs lie
As soon as the cracks begin to show
It will collapse in a blink of an eye
What you don't know
Won't hurt you
The end comes slow
This world gives us our due
What you don't know
Won't hurt you
The end comes slow
This world gives us our due
Learn from mistakes
Just to repeat them

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