Looking out as far as I can see,
Trying to figure out what will happen to me.
Holding on just as long as I can,
To the belief that there's hope for man.
We can debate the rate of our fall,
But, you can't argue... that it's not happening at all.
You can doubt the trouble we're in,
But, were ya go depends on where you've been.
What goes around comes around,
At least, that's what I've found.
Our fatal blow?
The straw that breaks our back,
Is all that we lack.
Why beg for more?
I wanna to endure!
This player... is a soothsayer,
Predicting man as our slayer.
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