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Ruthless winds
Blowing fear into everything
Something sinister is setting in
A dark winter takes root under our skin

Suddenly
All that's left is a cavity
Where there used to be empathy
In the place where a heart once used to beat

Now the race is on to the bottom
It's a cold, it's a cruel bitter pill
When the race gets run to the bottom
No one wins
We just sink further still

Promises
Built on parcels of emptiness
Broken by our own willingness
To accept what we see as plain consequence

Is it true
Is this all the world's coming to
Is there no more to me and you
And when comes the time to refuse

Now the race is on to the bottom
It's a cold, it's a cruel bitter pill
When the race gets run to the bottom
No one wins
We just sink further still