In the darkness, when no one can see
In the silence, when no one can hear
I know you'll be giving up like me
I know you'll feel this same fear
Don't even pretend to be strong
Because when all of this is over
Who is left to care about right and wrong?
Will there be anyone who will endeavor
To understand what we have done?
In the darkness, who cares about our deeds?
It doesn't matter if the wars are won
Or who among us bleeds
Because in the end we all go to the dark
And never will sound the call of the lark
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