And I wonder if we will ever be free

Break away from this condemning, modern fate

Rip away the shackles that bind and smother your inner fire

Hurry now, for time is short, and it’s almost too late

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For far too long, we’ve whiled the days away in wait

This world is crashing down, and things will soon be dire

Break away from this condemning, modern fate

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I wonder when we lost the spark we once had to create

Pray to the gods, may Apollo grant us a song on his lyre

Hurry now, for time is short, and it’s almost too late

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Mournful dirges swell to a crescendo before they dissipate

What I would give to feel anything besides this baleful ire

Break away from this condemning, modern fate

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These days are dark now, where once light would radiate

Come with me, by the hushed dusk we must conspire

Hurry now, for time is short, and it’s almost too late

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Freedom beckons to us, we can no longer procrastinate

Let my desire run rampant, a screeching and careening amplifier

Break away from this condemning, modern fate

Hurry now, for time is short, and it’s almost too late