All these people, telling me to choose
Which day to pick from the setting of my moods
Lifted the life and the breath we take
To learn from our past, our biggest mistakes

All these people they tell me to choose
Which day to pick from the setting of the moon
When an eclipse breaks out they say that’s the day
When the devil is alive and feeding on innocent graves

All these people telling me to choose
Which day to pick from the setting of the moon
Maybe it has finally come
Spreading faster than a blink of an eye
It’s like a conspiracy, a rapid disease
Or a cheetah in full speed

Can you imagine this kind of place
Where everyday its the end of someone’s world and fate
One gets lost in a hypnotizing state
Now they have an expiring date

Everyday it’s the end of the world
And I pray one day for the greatest news of all
That nobody died and nobody falls.

Life’s a silent story many times unheard
The end of the world is near to some
Grasping the pain while others just have fun
Still telling a tale from the footprints in the sand to the voice of a bird

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