• Enraged, we sit, waiting
    laughing as our protection is fading
    we were so focused on the trivial lies
    that we failed to see what was in front of our eyes
    we can smile it off because of the liquor
    but in the end we see that we are now dying quicker
    I wish more than anything that I could blame them
    but it falls on us, this corrupted gem
    what seems nice on paper is just a facade
    look what we've done in this world with no god
    Is this how we planned to go down in history?
    as the bringers of destruction and misery?
    I, much like Pontius, wipe my hands clean
    of this painful anarchy, this deadly machine
    this is the death of salvation
    for we have personified the word "devistation"
    after all these years, I find it clear
    we are all slaves to what we feared