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If we bare a weakness that'll one day burn us down
If we acknowledge a vulnerability, it will eventually lead to our downfall.
It'll be the pride they'll say we couldn't live without
This weakness is our pride, something we can't live without, and it will be our undoing.
We saw entitled, unfulfilled generations pay no mind
We observed generations that felt entitled and unfulfilled, paying no attention to the obvious dangers.
To the fatal obvious
People ignored the fatal and evident issues.
Still it went down like that every time
Despite the clear risks, the same mistakes were repeated.
We tried to run things our own way
We attempted to control things in our own way.
Robbed ourselves blind, increasing the take
We deceived ourselves, taking more than we should.
Defended life while we stood in its way
We defended life but obstructed it, leading to contradictions.
Till contradiction proved too much
Our contradictions became overwhelming.
When the future passers by, recoil at what they find
When future generations witness our actions, they will be repelled by what they find.
Will sovereignty explain the way we turned on our own kind?
Will the concept of sovereignty justify our betrayal of our own kind?
Sift through the reckoning, a heart-breaking endless data stream of how
Examining the consequences, a heartbreaking stream of data reveals how we fought for falsehoods.
We fought for lies
We fought for lies.
Took the wrong side every time
We consistently chose the wrong side.
We tried to run things our own way
We persisted in trying to control things our own way.
Robbed ourselves blind increasing the take
We blinded ourselves, taking more than we deserved.
Defended life while we stood in its way
We defended life but obstructed it, facing contradictions.
Till contradiction proved too much
Contradictions became insurmountable.
Will the tale our wreckage tells, reveal how hard we tried to resist
Will the story of our destruction reveal our struggle against it?
Throwing up our hands indifferent
We give up on our fate, indifferent to our impending end.
Toward our end
We face the consequences of the waste we've created.
To undertows of waste we've sown
Each individual must take responsibility for the undertows of waste.
Each must own
Everyone owns the story of our victory or escape.
The story of our victory or flight
Shackled to the weight of reckless decisions, we fight for control of our diminishing light.
As we're shackled to the weight of reckless right
But on we'll fight for who controls our ever dimming light
We continue to fight for control over our fading influence.
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