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The Wasteland
The Dear Hunter • Lossless
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Heirs to errant sovereignty
Nothing but to need, guaranteed
Scavenging like common thieves
Time's detritus laid bare for thee
What nobody told you when out on your own
Who wistfully thinks of why they are sinking
Never figures how to pull themselves out
All you can do is forget about who is
Suffering when your means meet their ends
Oh, wretched is the way
Of the wasteland
It's your turn to reap from what has been wrung
Welcome to the wasteland
What's there left to win when it's all been won?
Oh, uh-uh-uh
Find what's fruitful from the heap
Notwithstanding those who compete
Cast them to the dusty ground
They knew what doom was to be found
In the wasteland
It's your turn to reap from what has been wrung
Welcome to the wasteland
Nothing left to win when it's all been won
You're stuck in the race, man
Try to keep the pace, or you're overrun
And in the wasteland
Oh it doesn't hurt if you know someone
One for one, All for nothing
Brick after brick, the house keeps crumbling down
Stone by stone, lost or abandoned
Then stolen or found, the house keeps crumbling down
(One by one, brick after brick) It's a sullen thing
(Stone by stone, all for nothing) How it's come to be that
(One by one, brick after brick) We've agreed to throw away
(Stone by stone, all for nothing) The best parts of the dream
(One by one, brick after brick) That we used to dream
(Stone by stone, all for nothing) When we still believed
(One by one, brick after brick) We would see no defeat
(Stone by stone, all for nothing) From anything
(One by one, brick after brick) Will we see no defeat
(Stone by stone, all for nothing) From anything?
What nobody told you when you're on your own
Who wistfully thinks of why they are sinking
Never finds a way to pull themselves out
So, all you can do is try not to think about who is
Suffering when your means meet your ends
Oh, wretched is the way of the wasteland
Oh-oh-oh
Now you're in the wasteland
Nothing left to win when it's all been won
It's a race, man
Try to keep the pace, or you're overrun