And the second one
The moon is touching the tops of roofs
Darkness is coming
I'm trying to stay aloof
Without fighting...
This world is screaming in one voice
But no one can hear it
we all already has made our choice
And are waiting an obit...
The end will come to our souls
But we won't be ready
we don't remember our roles
and we don't care...
But still I keep my hope inside
I always do
Together we must decide
To find the truth...
We can escape that terrified
And save this world
Just have to make up our minds,
Get rid of mold…
The moon is touching the tops of roofs
Darkness is coming
I'm trying to stay aloof
Without fighting...
This world is screaming in one voice
But no one can hear it
we all already has made our choice
And are waiting an obit...
The end will come to our souls
But we won't be ready
we don't remember our roles
and we don't care...
But still I keep my hope inside
I always do
Together we must decide
To find the truth...
We can escape that terrified
And save this world
Just have to make up our minds,
Get rid of mold…
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