[Lyric] Remembering Our Kind (Angel Number)

Facing a time
Few will survive
What have we done to
Our paradise?

Stuck in the past
No-one will last
A generation closing in on doom

We’re holding on
So close to midnight
In zenosyne
We’re running out of time

Death to the mind
This world’s a lie
Manipulating, always blurring lines

Glory be damned
Who are you now and who am I?
Cenotaphs remembering our kind
We’re holding on
So close to midnight
In zenosyne
We’re running out of time

When will we realize
Thе walls are rising up?
Follow me into the dark

Wе’re holding on
So close to midnight
In zenosyne
We’re running out of time
You & I
In zenosyne
We’re running out of time