There’ll be an abundance of drunkards
In the dim glow of dusk
At our troublesome hour of truth

No matter what
No matter whom
Tomorrow, will groan to life ashen
As it strays, into the arms of a stranger

We will cast off the promises of old
Every lie, for the bitter cold truth
From the stark greater good
That we all, so passionately held

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