My father was a baker man and early did we rise
Bread was broken, whispers spoken, around the fire danced the light
We called to the lazy sun, you won't tell me when to wake
I've been working for hours already while you've been on a break
Look down here you vicious sun, I will work until I bleed
But still I feel those pounding truths I choose not to believe
My friends family and lovers thought we all had a chance
Still it was true, with the hours we knew and chose to
dream about the unbelievable
Tonight is the night said the victim to the bite:
Finish me here, but not from fear. I'll face my fate without a fight
When the evil's over and the damage done all that's left is just the past
And memories that burned like fire have turned us all to ash
So curse the rich and save the poor
Save them, what? What a hopeless chore
Do you believe in the road ahead and do you think it has an end?
My friends family and lovers thought we all had a chance
Still it was true, with the hours we knew and chose to
dream about the unbelievable
If fate is a lonely weaver who paints with circumstance,
Why do we sing about beautiful things? Are we still stuck where we began?
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