Modern-age tragedy

This is a song that i wrote after reading one of my gramps political/religious/adventure story entitled "the saints and believers". There, a small village is ruled by a high priest; and his disciples. When a plague breaks out in the village, the saint and his men are the first to run; condemning the villagers to suffer, after blaming the villagers for the cause of the holy wrath that incurred the plague. The village lives through the plague but the residents realize how the holy men had cheated them in various ways through the ages. Even though the village slowly modernizes into a town, after the departure of the saint and his men it slowly but surely turns into an area of mass violence, and reverted faiths.
One boy; is on a mission to change it all; to make the town a better place. this song is supposed to be in his perspective.

Modern-age tragedy

Where have all our emotions gone?

Hearts are rocks; and glance,as cold as ice.

Solace has failed time's test;

Trust, dismissed by hypocrites!

As our life's motto get crucified!

Where have all our morals gone?

A need for vengeance rules the broken mind!

That once was happy, now in in debt;

Through alcohol and cigarettes.

Badges of the souls who got left behind.

Life is not the way, it once was.

We're walking on a different road because;

With working limbs, and with open eyes;

We aren't ready believe fucking lies!

CH:

Our hearts will beat until salvation is found!

Even if its subjected to the whims of fate.

Our world's still turning; our soul keeps burning!

And it won't stop until it's too late!

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Where have all the cross-roads gone?

The quarrels seem so silent in our brains.

Decisions that once, seemed sublime,

Now, in reality seem crippled and blind.

Those very choices; they drove us stark insane.

Where has all the happiness gone?

As warmth, joy and mirth all disappeared.

Festivals and celebration in sight and sound;

Are decaying six feet underground;

As we try to fix the trust; thats smeared.

Faith is an eternal extortionist.

In an a town where optimism doesn't exist.

And lives are lived without passion or belief;

And that's a modern-age tragedy!

CH:

Our hearts will beat until salvation is found!

Even if its subjected to the whims of fate.

Our world's still turning; our soul keeps burning!

And it won't stop until it's too late!

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