I have nothing left to hope for
After I've got washed up on the shore
I'm wandering in a big skeleton
With bones covered in moss
When I'm looking through my mask
I see that nothing’s left to restore
I don’t have anything to hope for
After you have been destroyed by war
I want to fly into space
But I have to hide underground
Don't want to live in this new world
Two hundred feet beneath the town
Force answers force and war breeds war
Something - we have seen before
We're hiding like rats in our own grave
Ended up having ourselves enslaved
And we still haven’t learned a thing
Instead we keep clipping our wings
Guess, we have reaped what we have sown
We'll be always on our own
I thought I‘d nothing left to hope for
Evolution‘s been knocking on our door
The next generation of humankind
And again — we are being blind
Things we can’t see - we will smite
Moving one step closer into the light
I thought I‘d finally fly to space
And again our hope has been erased
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