اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Fearing the day would never come
We collectively arrived at the notion
That slowly pressed it's way
Through consciousness
That this could never last
Even the devout had come around
The realization that it was wrong
Quietly closing the gap
Too many had already died
A new decade of shame
There was no cover to the offenses
Public, great and many
We’ll never know that we can recover
Depleted sense of pride
Repressing the public with fear
A boot on the neck of the weak
Never has there been a guarantee
It was simply time to end the error
Into this knot
We hung our heads
Drawing down
The world's ire
The other end
Of the spectrum
Always seemed
Like a myth
Beyond the point of no return
No turning back now
The new malefactor
Is ourselves
End of
An error
Never has there been a guarantee
It was simply time to end the error
Into this knot
We hung our heads
Drawing down
The world's ire
The other end
Of the spectrum
There is no hope
Of return
