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Time's Like Molten LeadWhen ignorance is blissOur voices nothing but a sore hiss We yearn for redemtion, for an end Yet we keep heading on While time's expanding - running slow Like streams of molten lead In this moments of need our memories will soon be gone There'll be no end There'll be no end No end No end No end No end Father, is this the end? |