Tong Po - Ghosts

The ghosts of history
Become our prophecy

Doomed to repeat
A chaotic symphony

Morals don't evolve
A nuclear resolve

Collapse of the climate
Instincts of primates

We can't accept it
We won't accept it
They race neck and neck towards the precipice

Can we control our fate?
The end of history

We have the choice to make
We either make or break
Instinction is no longer abstraction

How long will we be haunted
By the ghosts of our past?

Written by:
Jason Humphreys, Shawn McNeely

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