No Country Left guitar mix

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© warbird1228
Once a land of opportunities, now we're lost in the void,
Shadows stretch like fingers, reach for the dreams destroyed.
In the stillness of the night, hear the whispers of despair,
The echoes of our choices hang heavy in the air.

When has freedom's cost become too high
A world divided by the rage
Left and right collide in a storm of bitter cries,
in the end there's No Country Left

The emptiness is a funeral of an unmarked grave,
Where hope once was is now nothing but a debate
Put a face to this hate, let the puppets take their last stand,
One man's love is another's sorrow, a twisted, fragile fate

When has freedom's cost become too high
A world divided by the rage
Left and right collide in a storm of bitter cries,
in the end there's No Country Left

Chains of our own making, forged in blind belief,
Yet in the depths of chaos, we claw for our relief.

No country left to claim, just a wasteland of despair,
In the ruins of our hope, we breathe the poisoned air.
Survival's a cruel game, played by the broken-hearted,
As we spiral into darkness, our humanity departed.