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All that we've done, all that we've said

Pointless, futile, meaningless

Scraping nails trying to leave a mark

Our deeds of the past, failed and decayed,

Echoed off the walls and faded away

All that we've suffered, all that we've loved

Washed by the rain on paths to our graves

The Sun will rise and mud will dry

like we were never there

Our trace gets covered by the dust

like we were never there

Our empire of ambition sinks into the sands of time

Grain by grain, each passing moment feels so fleeting

Our empire of ambition cannot stand the test of time

Day by day, each passing moment leads us to our nameless grave