Off the Map

We can make the rising silence
A deafening noise behind his bed
The stark voice of a tired notion
Turned to a snowball effect

When destiny sits in between
Fumbling hands of a tyrant
Neither you nor I could even dream
Or find the will to design it

The process was so bureaucratic
The form it said fool “erase your name”
Once you sign you’re not a member
And fall outside the kingdom’s reign

When destiny sits in between
Fumbling hands of a tyrant
Neither you nor I could even dream
Or find the will to design it

We are spinning off the map
With no one to invite us back
We are spinning off the map

The screaming of one nation’s voices
Thoughts from 7 billion minds
Send you off without a handshake
Into the dusty bins of time

When destiny sits in between
Fumbling hands of a tyrant
Neither you nor I could even dream
Or find the will to design it

We are spinning off the map
With no one to invite us back
We are spinning off the map
With no one to invite us back

We are spinning off the map
We are spinning off the map

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