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The Hill


Riots broke out in the town below

After the Savior left

Husbands fought and looted

Wives sat quietly and wept

Politicians soon sent out the army

To end the people’s plight

Murdering every person

Who tried to stand and fight

Those who haven’ haven’t died yet

Most surely will

As me and the boys sit and watch

From here up on the hill

While everybody's crying

We’re singing ‘round the fire

While everybody's dying

Our spirits’ growin’ higher

Nothing can touch us

Nothing at all

While we perched here laughing

As the world begins to fall

 

People run out in the streets

In an attempt to escape

But that would be pointless

Given this world’s current shape

This is happening everywhere

Societies are crashing and burning

Though the whole world has been turned upside down

The globe keeps spinning and turning

People’s minds are also changing

All have slowly begun to kill

As me and the boys sit and watch

From here up on the hill

While everybody's crying

We’re singing ‘round the fire

While everybody's dying

Our spirits’ growin’ higher

Nothing can touch us

Nothing at all

While we perched here laughing

As the world begins to fall


 

The city is in ruins now

Flames consume the Earth

While most are dying rapidly

Some are giving birth

Survival should be the only thing on people's minds

But still, I see lovers kiss

What tragedy it must be

To be born into a world such as this

The city is almost gone by now

But there is more yet still,

As me and the boys sit and watch

From here up on the hill

While everybody's crying

We’re singing ‘round the fire

While everybody's dying

Our spirits’ growin’ higher

Nothing can touch us

Nothing at all

While we perched here laughing

As the world begins to fall

 
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