A Dying Breed کے بول

Hostage of solutions that you must swallow In a prelude to a life with empty dreams They told you how to be tomorrow Emotional blackmail is a curse of society A sharp aim makes you a prey A heartless soul or a pariah Don’t let them take away your humanity We’re the last ones of a dying breed We’re having a lack of sensibility We’re the last ones of a dying breed I’m tired of marching on without enjoying little things in life You try to get some sleep but this choke is hanging you high Nostalgia for a life you never had A maze of symptoms for unholy lies We’re lost in the dark of clouded minds Searching for a light that could guide us Children watches others die While some try to sell you inner peace Don’t let them take away your humanity We’re the last ones of a dying breed We’re having a lack of sensibility We’re the last ones of a dying breed I’m tired of marching on without enjoying little things in life You try to get some sleep but this choke is hanging you high