LYRICS

.The cyclone comes faster
Leaving us blind
We wiggle aimlessly
Just to get to a certain destination
But Uncertainty kills the passion in us
Blindness blinds our vission

.Nature hits the harmer
Adjourning the rewards of our good deeds
The present is dark yet
No man knows what the future holds

.In liturgies
The hierophant appeal to us
Not to fiddle with our early days
But to call on empyrean
But it's seems our voices has been mute
We hunt for the future on our own

.We sits on the tights of Delila
Expecting the miracles of Elijah
We grin outside
But in our closets
We endure the pain
Of premature wealths

.Tell tomorrow
That it's leaders are still here
Wallowing in early days poverty
We try to grin through our ordeals
Because we owns tomorrow

.#TheRadicalThespian

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