Beat me to death, just give me a reason
what for I still should return.
To this place where we once pledged allegiance
that became hostile and stern.
We write people's tragedy
Until the curtain falls.
When reason crumbles
(It's a third moon rising)
and night prevails
When good will stumbles
(It's a third moon rising)
Then we all give up our faith.
Give me a break or confirm my convictions
that this story was not meant to last
I think 'forever' just falls into fiction
and out hopes belong to the past.
We wrote people's tragedy
Until the curtain falls.
Guess fate has a tendency
to surprise them all.
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