Our Worst Trait
We cared too late, it's a broken slate
We slipped, we fell
In pain we dwell
We tried too hard, striving for the best
Helping all the rest
Then they went down, facing the aftermath
We found our own new path
Hiding, we seek
Prepared, we attack
Unity we lack
First we judge, later hold grudge
There's nothing left there, but still we push further
Murder after murder
To where do we exceed?
To whom do we plead?
And what about the destitute, those lives that we pollute?
They say to wait, be strong, have faith
But sometimes, the truth seems lost and torn
Destiny is jeopardy, rigid and worn
We've lost all glory, leaving behind a bloody story
We cared too late
Our worst trait
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