Broken
Brother, what have we become?
Beating on the workers drum
Unaware of the hours
Unaware that we are here
The circle closes again
No beginning or end
The years have closed our dreaming eyes
And it's hard to find a friend
An hour's over
An hour gets away
Dying
Counting on another dime
Worthless figures counting time
Honor for those who stay
Honor when they call my name
The circle closеs again
No beginning or end man
In the dеsperate eyes of a dying boy
And the dust within his hands
An hour's over
An hour gets away
Brother, what have we become?
Beating on the workers drum
Unaware of the hours
Unaware that we are here
The circle closes again
No beginning or end
The years have closed our dreaming eyes
And it's hard to find a friend
An hour's over
An hour gets away
Dying
Counting on another dime
Worthless figures counting time
Honor for those who stay
Honor when they call my name
The circle closеs again
No beginning or end man
In the dеsperate eyes of a dying boy
And the dust within his hands
An hour's over
An hour gets away
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