Tears escape from my eyes
As I'm reminded once again
By the failure of our kind
We're closing up this shop for good
Since we
plundered all that we could
What will it take for you to open up your squinting eyes
It's who we are
It's who we
are
You can't own what you loan
A short time we've claimed this soil
Which really is no mans land
Time is short, we're
running out
But not of ideas of how to squeeze out
The last drops of the borrowed world we call our own
It's who we
are
Can we accept and just go on?
It's who we are
We're trading off the breaking dawn
Unknowing you blend into the
dough
Handing your votes to those who are thought of to know
What is left to say
It's sickening me when they're raking
in
They couldn't care less as long as they win
It's sickening me when those who have it all
Elbows others to get some
more
It's sickening that they'd rather rape the earth
And claim that they're just quenching out thirst
It's sickening how we
choose to neglect
How it all unfolds
A vestigial prophecy
Of tomorrows floating orb of debris
A faded memory
Drained
out it monuments
The echoes of ashamed lament
Of what evolved from silent consent
As a phantom of the past
Holding the
cast
As the shadow of a lucent moon
Burned out light years too soon
Benighted we fail to attune
This acheronian state, is
it our fate
Way out of sight
Absorbed by night
An endless line
Running past the signs
Thus condoning the fall of
all
Shadow of a lucent moon
Burned out light years too soon
Benighted we fail to attune
This acheronian state, is it our
fate
Way out of sight
Absorbed by night
It's sickening me how we're wearing down
What is in our care to hand it on
It's
sickening me how we fail to see
That all of this just ain't meant for you and me