You speak to me across oceans of time;
I speak to you across timeless waves:
You speak to me across oceans of time;
I speak to you across timeless waves:
This world may be coming to an end
But every sun is a brand new day
Our voices meet face-to-face
Trying and find meaning of this world at war!
Say, ghost cities rise up from their ashes;
Cities of steel crumble to the ground:
Say, ghost cities rise up from their ashes;
Cities of steel crumble to the ground:
This world may be coming to an end
But every sun is a brand new day
Our voices meet face-to-face
Trying and find meaning of this world at war!
The sky is burning like fiery hell;
I cry and laugh between the flames:
The sky is burning like fiery hell;
I cry and laugh between the flames:
This world may be coming to an end
But every sun is a brand new day
Our voices meet face-to-face
Trying and find meaning of this world at war!
As the economy crumbles down south you say
Is this world coming to an end:
Oh, I dont know I am just sitting here
Trying to find meaning of this world at war!
Oh, I dont know I am just sitting here
Trying and find meaning of this world at war!
Artist: Sheek Louch
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