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I stood upon the highest cliff-top,
down, around, and all that I could see
were those that I would dearly love to share
crashing on blindly to the sea....
I tried to ask what game was,
but I would not play it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We have upon the heroes
and are found wanting;
we have looked across the land,
but we can see no
we have now dared to the sky,
but we are still
we are drawing to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The are piled in mountain-shapes,
is no escape except to go forward.
Don't ask us for an now,
far too late to bow to that convention.
What course is there left but to
We have looked the High Kings,
them less than mortals:
their are dust before the just
of our young, new law.
Minds stumbling strong, we on
into the dark
can halt our final vault
into the maw.
And as the Elders beat brows

know it is really far too late now to stop us.
For if the sky is seeded
what is the in catching breath?...Expel it!
What is there left but to die
in search of something we're not quite of?'
What cause is there but to die?
What cause is there but to die?
What cause is there but to die?
...I don't know why...
I know our may be soon
but why do you them sooner?
Time may finally
only the move her and
no lies in the quicksand.
Yes I it's
Out of control, out of
Greasy machinery on the rails,
Young minds and bodies on spokes impaled....
Cogs tearing bones, cogs tearing
Iron-throated are forcing our screams,
Mind and box-press the dreams.
...but still is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war with knives, fight our lives,
lemmings can teach
death no hope, we must grope
for the answer:
our blood, abate the flood,
the disaster...
there's ways than screaming in the mob:
that us merely cogs of hatred.
Look to the why and we are,
look to and the stars and in the end
choice is there left but to live
in the of saving
our children's little ones?
What choice is but to live?
What choice is but to live?
What is there but to live?
to save the ones?
What choice is there but to try?