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lyrics
Cataclysm
Out on a world so far away from where you came from
Rest don't come easy no matter where you lay your head
And you wake up with a pain in your neck
What did you expect?
Weren't you trying to break it?
Party like you can't move a muscle
Tumblers attached to mouths like muzzles
Everyone locked together like a puzzle
All in a bubble, waiting for the needle
I feel like leaving my possessions behind
Lifting of the ground and just floating away
But the trouble is a matter of time
Tomorrow's burning for the touch of today
Chained to a post and set on fire, you little liar
Just smoldering, your belly filling up with hate
Nothing to do, just accept your fate
Wouldn't that be great?
You don't have to wait
You don't have to wait
You don't have to wait
Volunteer your children for the carton
Or trade them in for some pardon
Another cataclysm on horizon
The only new dawn left to rely on
I feel like leaving my possessions
Lifting off the ground and floating
But the trouble with leaving
Is tomorrow is burning
Yeah, tomorrow is burning
Yeah, tomorrow is burning