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,
a 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,
a dreadful travesty captured and revealed...
Shown under a cloak of loud indifference,
where the human stain kisses the pestilence