Brought like a rain from another world
A shivering shoulder is taken to heart
The coward, the stain, it slowly will burn
To reign on machines, is to pour in the dark
Legion, where is your pride?
The sensation only grows when it’s purely inside
Choir, where is your drive?
The people only cheer when you’re looking alive
Torn by the threads, a passion of its own
Indifference of outcome wasn’t clear enough
A day, determined, destined from the bone
Crowds of apparitions couldn’t bare the trust
Legion, where? Where is your pride?
Choir, where? Where is your drive?
Legion!
Is it purely inside?
Choir!
Are you looking alive?
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