Isla3

Inhale The vastness in a vacuum Take in The oblivion of it all One last dance With all we could become Complacency abounds as we Grow weary with the parts We choose to play Ill-starred, embattled we have come To a point where nothing fair is won A fate cast like god's dice we are hurled To push back the wicked in this world We're born Into a world of privilege Firmly on the backs of all Whoever came before As others Risk life and love to get here Denied by hate And the same mistakes That we're destined to repeat along the way Ill-starred, embattled we have come To a point where nothing fair is won A fate cast, like god's dice we are hurled To dance through the pain found in this world (In this world) (In this world) (In this world) Ill-starred, embattled we have come To a point where nothing fair is won A fate cast like god's dice we are hurled To rise above the evil in this world In this world In this world In this world