Exodus of the Dead Lyrics by Vonnegut
Years corrode the steel of memories
Sagas in a language no one knows
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Years corrode the steel of memories
Sagas in a language no one knows
Saviors sold their rotten souls
To the gods of paper faces
Son of crooked wisdom, doomed to trod the night
For the morning that never returned
Each of us is a precipice
With a slumbering dark
Want them to engrave your name
On the slates of time