As It Is by Sepultura
See the storm - moving in
Gaining speed - in my creed
Pain - and tears
Hate - and fears
Our sense of real is extinct
Why don't we accept as it is
All the things we see
All the things we hear
Why don't we accept as it is
See the light - breaking fast
Opens up - all you can see - knowledge to be
When theres innocents - there is guilt
With a will - theres a way
Our sense of real is extinct
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