As a whole where we are, it’s the bottom of the chart. Not the same as the past, we’re done with the cart. 

   As the years have rolled by, nothing better has come. Like the rest of the whole, we’re bound to be done. 

 

For the ones at the top are just as before - no difference, it seems, still rot at the core. 

   Who promise to serve and offer us all, but just like the rest, they continue to fall. 

 

To depths so low, they cannot be seen. But please, let’s join, you know what we mean. 

   It makes us one, it makes us strong. Just looking at the past, no doubt you are wrong. 

 

But hey, let’s try, let’s cross to the odd. Some fake they’ve passed, their heads just nod. 

   They laugh and drink with cheer and smile, though deep down inside and all the while. 

 

They knew it was strange, the gray was still new. It only had worked for a minimal few. 

   Who probably felt they were doing the right, and anyone asking, no way they could fight. 

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They were chosen among the chosen who did, but no one would dare to open the lid. 

   In case it was said that they were the one - were never so brave to get up and run. 

 

From the feed we receive to just be correct. In whose eyes I ask, created this sect? 

   Against all his will, he battled with her. She is sweet, she is kind, but struggles to stir. 

 

What in essence we crave because that’s who we are. No matter which ground, no matter how far. 

   The like are just us, in other shape and form. No matter the tongue, no matter the scorn. 

 

Just as we were, it has to be said. To move in that circle, I’d rather be dead. 

   But we all have a choice, a gift we embrace, to slow down the force and stay at our pace. 

 

To help us reflect, think straight and think clear. Forget what they say, don’t bow down to fear. 

   That path it will lead to distraction galore. No past can then change, regret like before. 

 

No chains that they hold, no bars that they lock, can pretty the world we’ve been told, "change the stock." 

   To what we prefer, it keeps us up high. To damage the line and reach for the sky. 

 

Which isn’t quite proven to be what's portrayed. It just makes it easy for those who have stayed. 

   By menace and wrath from false brick and straw, be true to the things that we wonder in awe. 

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For that it will save the dark and cursed spell, whose hand will now plummet to the base of the well.