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Маленький кусочек недоделанного бреда

Nuclear Winter
Wash the past away
Our rage has become our deathman
We have brought
Ourselves to a scaffold
We don't see our star today
The whole world has been colored grey

I wish I had a hope
That we have as much time as we want
To discuss
What we should have done in the past
So I thought this struggle I could win
But I'd lost before I had time to begin