Yoko Fushigina

July 22, 2003 - Tokio
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High Time

From everlasting times
The sinners, that we are,
Fear blowing humankind to kingdom come.
So that is why the lies,
That we derive by far,
Start fading from the seeking minds of some.

The gospel of our lives
Proclaims the rule of men.
We take what's wanted never knowing why.
We drain perpetual supplies
On one day span.
We die because we live and live so we could die.

The time is now
For us to grin and bear it.
We ought to mend dilapidated lodge.
The world cries: "It's enow!"
We dwell in dirt we merit.
This is the bullet we would never dodge.

Everything around us
Is what ancestors saved
From ignorance and foolishness of many.
And none of us has guts
To face mistakes we've made.
Think of descendants or there won't be any!
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The destiny of human race
Trembles in your palms.
Enough of babbling, cut to chase!
High time we made a fuss!
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