I´ve seen the futility of every act that we consider progress
While we hold the hand that needs solace we arm the other
Prophets and dead poets try to fight insanity to be labelled enemies
There are no secrets to unlock, no mysteries to solve anymore
Some might call this lack of light, I call it night
I am homeless, every house vacant
No feeding hands to hear my voice
I call this night, I am homeless
Dictates turns the blessings curses that mandates depleted men
Every time we call upon, we call on lives over time
Nothing is our own, I stand my ground

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