Lying down in a churchyard, the lonely man is whispering
Counting the hours, he's dreaming of his childhood
When the world was safe and destined to the best
Remembering this, he cries for today and tomorrow
'Cause the world he knew disappeared,
Stranded in wars and diseases
Praying for the fools, he gives his last breath
While the human nature is screaming out
It's already too late ; the world is over.
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