Post-Human Archetype

By Stranded, The

On Survivalism Boulevard

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[Verse 1]

As shackles glimmer beneath the impassible grin of the stars

A scavenger lingers, sustained by hollowness and plastic gods


[Pre-Chorus]

Downfall of us all

It’s too late for apologies

Downfall of our souls

Remember what’s meant to be


[Chorus]

And that tomorrow still belongs to the same old mistakes

All that I need is to break the fall and recover myself

Recover myself


[Verse 2]

Apathy: the state of grace of the fools

A rabid strain spreading jackals loose

Funeral torch; the collapse is universal

A cycle’s end; dress the world in utter darkness


[Bridge]

Downfall of us all

It’s too late for apologies

Downfall of our souls

Remember what’s meant to be


[solo]


[Pre-Chorus]

Downfall of us all

It’s too late for apologies

Downfall of our souls

Remember what’s meant to be


[Chorus]

And that tomorrow still belongs to the same old mistakes

All that I need is to break the fall and recover myself