Sleepless Era

No remorse for holes in the sky
Derived right now from man's lost embrace
Torn apart with the will of eons
Cover your face with the scars of design

Driven by what we fear
The tides of evolution's end
Subdued by your own dreams
Run in place and know defeat
Torn apart by the will of eons
Cover your face with the scars of design

Held down by ambition, new ways not to breathe

They live and we sleep
No life, dead on our feet
Cold hands and no peace
Now we march into the deep

Dead
We're dead

Tuning: 
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