A Dying Breed

	[Verse]
	Can’t you see that the curtain has fallen between us?
	And that the statues of leavers keep smashing on the burning foy
	A sense that is growing behind, the martyr’s dying peek
	Our live has no meaning, the world forgot about me
	[Chorus]
	We’re dying, we’ve fallen, we’re calmly disappearing
	We’re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong
	It’s a dying breed, it’s a thing from the past
	We’re a dying breed
	[Verse 2]
	Can’t you see that the magic is over, I see it ever started
	And how the music we listen keeps fading, she’s lost control
	The new tribes they gather around the Earth’s dying core
	The new waves are waving, no place for me anymore
	[Chorus]
	We’re dying, we’ve fallen, we’re calmly disappearing
	We’re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong
	It’s a dying breed, it’s a thing from the past
	We’re a dying breed
	[Guitar solo]
	[Chorus]
	We’re dying, we’ve fallen, we’re calmly disappearing
	We’re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong
	We’re dying, escaping, still falling, disappearing
	We’re trying, defining, our place in the natural order
	As a dying breed, just a dying breed
	We’re a dying breed, we’re a thing from the past
	We’re a dying breed, just a dying breed
	Just a dying breed!

	Verse
	Can' t you see that the curtain has fallen between us?
	And that the statues of leavers keep smashing on the burning foy
	A sense that is growing behind, the martyr' s dying peek
	Our live has no meaning, the world forgot about me
	Chorus
	We' re dying, we' ve fallen, we' re calmly disappearing
	We' re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong
	It' s a dying breed, it' s a thing from the past
	We' re a dying breed
	Verse 2
	Can' t you see that the magic is over, I see it ever started
	And how the music we listen keeps fading, she' s lost control
	The new tribes they gather around the Earth' s dying core
	The new waves are waving, no place for me anymore
	Chorus
	We' re dying, we' ve fallen, we' re calmly disappearing
	We' re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong
	It' s a dying breed, it' s a thing from the past
	We' re a dying breed
	Guitar solo
	Chorus
	We' re dying, we' ve fallen, we' re calmly disappearing
	We' re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong
	We' re dying, escaping, still falling, disappearing
	We' re trying, defining, our place in the natural order
	As a dying breed, just a dying breed
	We' re a dying breed, we' re a thing from the past
	We' re a dying breed, just a dying breed
	Just a dying breed!