there's a slight scent of decay
you can feel it in the air
each time you fall asleep alone
your perception won't deceive you
and if you feel it growing stronger
bit by bit every day
you won't be mistaken
and it will never leave you
it's classified information
even Mr.Snowden's hepless
you may look it up however
in some ancient scrolls
the fact is that we are sentenced
sooner or later
the evanescence of existence
is too apparent to remind
but most of us are kept distracted
by our everyday routine trifles
as our lives gradually fade away
in background mode
the odds to manifest your soul
are exhaling in the air
so fuck off all your duties
and don't miss the last chance
Last call for love
before it all goes down
last chance to love
it's always been around
it's too late to pray
and pointless to repent
and your love may be sinful
no one cares
last call for love
don't miss or you'll regret
last chance to love
the rest you can forget
it's a call to arms and hearts
against all our misfortune
we know we won't save the world
but at least it's a good farewell
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