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What is the world coming to? |
| But for each new dawn That brings each new spring A new heartbreak arises That each new day brings The grass may appear green You might think the sky is blue But underneath the mask of happy You'll find what's really true That in this universe The real world is held at bay So the twisted happenstances Can delight in each heartbreak As God sits on his throne And tries to show them the light They laugh at his attempts And follow the Devil into the night And as they sink into degradation Find solace in destruction and lies He sits wearily on his throne And then hangs his head and cries |