The rain comes again today
Washing the world to shades of gray
Day after day, no change in sight
Forever mundane, no battles to fight
Fooled into thinking our lives are grand
Living in sync to the world's demands
Dying slowing in the guise of life
Killing ourselves with slavery's knife
If clarity come will we know what it means
Or will it be twisted by digital fiends
Missing the truth in honey sweet lies
Gasping for air as reality dies
The world around, rife with delusions
Hope decaying in lustful illusions
I must cut away my blinded eyes
To see our fast approaching demise
Though the war is won we still must fight
Or simply stop and welcome the night
The call has come, the road has split
Choose to battle or to evil submit
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