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The footprints disappear, we lost the track

It’s the end of the road; we are standing on the edge

Now it’s too late to think in slowdown

It’s too late to think in something else

We didn’t stop, ignoring the signs

We didn’t stop in time

Every warning was rejected, ignoring the truth

Writing a tragedy

Replacing our home with a mass grave

Without mercy, we build the gallows

Without mercy, we build the gallows

To hang every chance to change

To hang the world that we once knew

Doomed with an insatiable hunger

Condemned to consume until our last dying breath

The end of this world has our name on it

The guilt rest on our shoulders

On our shoulders

We have walked so far away that there’s nothing behind

The footprints disappear, we lost the track

We have walked so far away

We are victims of a tragedy that we wrote for ourselves