Eye of a Needle

No better way
to get through an eye of a needle
And no better world
when ours is gone

We'll just stay on
Mesmerized by this riddle
And the morning tide
Will drag us along.

Scorching, smoldering sun
We'll be rising as one
Are we cornered, cannon fodder?
You say that it's real but it's not.

There're no bygones
And the past is a mire
No one heard you say
Goodbye from the start
We are beyond
Where death will retire
While the acid rain
Delivers its part.

Scorching smoldering sun
We have risen as one
Bodies loaded, cannon fodder
You say that it's fair but it's not
Cause it's not.



Credits
Writer(s): Sergey Vasiliev
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