Life has its peaks and lows
Look into the past and see
Now we quickly fall to the bottom
We bare the weight of the past
As we push to succeed
All eyes on us
Seventeen trillion sorrows sit
Ready to be slain
They hand us their swords
What is around the corner
For we are the last of our kind
Now it is do or die
Take up arms
Against our parents’ follies
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