The [bad word] of life has spoken

Past has the child of reason

Fading through winters' lonely passage

We crawl at the feet of evolution

 

Some became kings and some became gods

And the rest just followed

Swallowed their freedom and joined the charade

We did not realize we all had lost

We locked the door and hid our shame

In this environment of fear

 

hopeless scenario of apathy unleashed

dreadful travesty captured and revealed

Shown under a cloak of loud indifference

Where the human stain kisses the pestilence

 

Gather for life's final hour

Cold hands reaching for the fire

Some became wolves and some became sheep

And eyes sown shut governed our frozen

Perspective of the world

We did not realize we all had lost

We locked the door and hid our shame

In this environment of fear

 

phantom dissonance

The quiet storm [bad word] the eminence

Of sickness born

 

hopeless scenario of apathy unleashed

dreadful travesty captured and revealed

Shown under a cloak of loud indifference

Where the human stain kisses the pestilence