Lletres: The Sweet Revenge. The Unseen Enemy.
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It's the end run for your life became a battle cry
for countless frightened souls
And it's been sol long that we've forgotten
what it is we're running from
But with judgement nigh we can't afford to lie
on our laurels for too long
While a shadowed hand turns the bravest men to fools
We've no where else to turn
Was it fear of retribution that left us running for the hills
Or the sound of our aspirations crashing down around our ears
And will the clarion call still lead us crawling back to what was ours
Before the dread of an unseen enemy would leave us scarred and panicked all alone
Opulence and greed so many mouths to feed
will only slow us down
If we jettison the underprivileged
we might regain some ground
But your answer begs a question with no bottom rungs
how can the top support itself?
And these shells of men, like carrion lay cold
Was it fear of retribution that left us running for the hills
Or the sound of our aspirations crashing down around our ears
And will the clarion call still lead us crawling back to what was ours
Before the dread of an unseen enemy would leave us scarred and panicked all alone
It's the end run for your life became a battle cry
for countless frightened souls
And it's been sol long that we've forgotten
what it is we're running from
But with judgement nigh we can't afford to lie
on our laurels for too long
While a shadowed hand turns the bravest men to fools
We've no where else to turn
Was it fear of retribution that left us running for the hills
Or the sound of our aspirations crashing down around our ears
And will the clarion call still lead us crawling back to what was ours
Before the dread of an unseen enemy would leave us scarred and panicked all alone
Opulence and greed so many mouths to feed
will only slow us down
If we jettison the underprivileged
we might regain some ground
But your answer begs a question with no bottom rungs
how can the top support itself?
And these shells of men, like carrion lay cold
Was it fear of retribution that left us running for the hills
Or the sound of our aspirations crashing down around our ears
And will the clarion call still lead us crawling back to what was ours
Before the dread of an unseen enemy would leave us scarred and panicked all alone
The Sweet Revenge