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Door to future is out of order
Hinges are rust in place
There is no window to look through
And the wood is unbreakable

Lock is jammed and frozen
From the cold winter nights
It looks like thereÂ’s no future
For anyone

Knocks remain unanswered
And knuckles are getting sore
Banging helps nobody
Because thereÂ’s no one home

Who will save us now?
How can we get to the other side?

Road to success is under construction
And the workmen are on a holiday
It seems there is no detour
And the heat is unbearable

You can't drive thru the road blocks
And your engine is starting to fail
It looks like there is no success
For anyone

Calls come back with a nasty delay
And your throat is filling with dust
Yelling helps nobody
Because there's no one home

Who will save us now?
How can we get to the other side?

-LateShades