The Ransack - Trace | Текст песни

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We lay here in this world
Watching our life vanish in time
Our life is the cell on the death row
And Is getting smaller

We know it, yet we laugh
Mocking of death, making it small
Trying to find a meaning
To leave no trace

No exception
No turning back
I'm running out of time
Heading to black

We live in this cell called life
Making our gods, building religions
In a despaired act of survival
To leave a trace

We refuse to accept our condition
Ephemeral beings, just passing by
But there's not a single one of us
Leaving a trace

The time is coming
To live our way
To be the purpose
To be the trace

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