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What Are We?

Quick thinking
Theres no turning back
As a matter of fact
Ive thought of the attack

Should the hairs on my chest
Make me feel like a real man
Or should I feel like a Neanderthal
From here in Canada or there in Japan
Should I fear everything
From right to wrong
Or should I grab my bag and run
Just to chase a dream

Shall we sit here in the sun
And grow old
Should we die
And wait for pain tenfold
Or perhaps we can live
In the eyes of the saviors
And those in gold


Everything means nothing
In a world where nothing
Means everything
And perhaps the sence
Of reality means responsibility
And dishonest beliefs
Attacks from the sheets
Nightmares coming from hell

But we remember
The times when all things mattered
But now chances of changes
Are hated
And fated to all those
But to the newhappenings
Of a world unfeeling
I leave you with this

Where and what are we?