Sitting, waiting. The needle standing still. In the eye of the storm, we brace for the rain Watching, pleading. The platitudes at peak. The rest are lies we tell ourselves to sleep another day When you look at me. I am more than numbers. I am flesh and bone. Pounded into dust. Now falling through the cracks, I am falling, slipping through. In this moment, there are no answers. In the future, there are just questions, questions. The voices cut too deep. Pretending won't change things. What happened to the needs of the many and the few? We’ve given in to fear. The tragedies we’ve seen. What happened to the needs of the many and the few? We’ve left them all behind to isolate and die. And in the eye of the storm we brace for the rain When you look at me. I am more than numbers. I am flesh and bone Pounded into dust Now falling through the cracks, I am falling, slipping through.

For centuries of gain we put the world through pain. Entitled, so we thought. It's our "God-given right to rule." The prophecy foretold. For some a grave mistake. The bullseye's on our head and the arrows coming fast. We're taught the way of the west is the way for us all. (Roll out machines. Ignite the flames). To hell with the rest, you know about the game. (Jungles will burn. Turn of the page). The change so harsh, the aftermath unknown. Will we return to the way things were? The days of "the End" have come but will they go? (The dead pile up. Swallow the world). She's tired, she's bare, there's nothing left to rape. (Lives will be lost. Revenge at last). The change so harsh, the aftermath unknown. Will we return to the way things were? Floods of chaos fill polluted pools of reflection. Our masses paralyzed, we stand against our own destruction. We've dodged and we've moved. We've hid, we've run, no avoiding what's to come. Our lease, our privilege's expired. Withstand the fear and find the truth. Find the truth. It's time. Floods of chaos fill polluted pools of reflection. Our masses paralyzed, we stand against our own destruction. We've dodged and we've moved. We've hid, we've run, no avoiding what's to come.

Sometimes I rise only to despise. The light pours in to point the way. A faint glimpse, through ever blurry eyes. Each step an unpredictable journey through familiar grounds. The mirrors hold only brutal truths. The questions in the midst. "Take solace in life" they say, whether broken or blind. We try to keep in mind the fight, it's harder but we don't give in. The mirrors hold only brutal truths. The questions in the midst. Sometimes I rise only to disguise. I'm walking uphill with my mask still firmly on. Is this all we are? Will we feel it all our lives? Is this all we are? Whispers echo the thoughts we fear to fathom. The ticking clock shouts far more clear. Far more clear than any voice. Is this all we are? Will we feel it all our lives? Is this all we are? The sun is setting behind me. Lost in my tracks, I don't know where to go. The cold of the night is calling me. I'm chasing shadows. Elusive shadows. The memories that I replay are shrouded in doubt, I can't remember the way. I'll never picture things the same. I hang on to the dreams, to the friends I've lost. Some questions go unanswered in this quiz we give ourselves. I hang on to the fear, to the pain I've lost. These paper walls I've built are crumbling. These paper walls I've built are gently falling down. We don't hold all the cards and we have to face our fate. For some a big adventure and for others nothing but pain Don't be afraid. Just one last time. The sun is setting behind me. Lost in my tracks, I don't know where to go. The cold of the night is calling me. I'm chasing shadows. Elusive shadows.

he numbers grow and grow as the silent contemplate, when will be...When will be the end? Is it true? What did they say? Is it true? A noble illusion to cast aside. It’s time that I faced all I felt inside. I thought I knew how to get through. Oh, A month or two, that’s all I gave to tell the truth. Now time melts away and I’m holding hope, holding hope to hear good news. Liars, and cheaters. I’m a sympathetic fool. And my friend said... Trust. No.One Counting the days until the end of this craze. Banging my head, I’m afraid it's the end. I’m counting my days. No tears left to shed, all internalized. "We’re in this together", a sad facade. I followed through. I’m just like you. Oh, the air is thick, I can’t digest what’s on the news. Now lives slip away. And I’m losing hope, Losing hope, the worst is through. Smooth Talkers, Deceivers, I'm an empathetic fool And my friend said... Trust. No.One Counting the days until the end of this craze. Banging my head, I’m afraid it's the end. I’m counting my days. Sick of your Goddamned bullshit. Distorting opinions everyday. Marching, these troops fan the flames. Inviting the ignorant on mass. Rejecting common sense, no sense. Death. Of the mind. End of the soul. Can’t even grasp. Can't even speak. No sympathy left for me. I guess we're all fools. And my friend said... Trust. No.One Counting the days until the end of this craze. Banging my head, I’m afraid it's the end. I’m counting my days.

The question exists, be more and more. What's the sense? What's the point of doing anymore? Of being anything anymore? Don’t let up Find the strength The Fires burn, the fires rise. (The fire inside) Inside or out, the flame burns bright tonight. The passion’s there, no sense to fight. (The fire inside) For what’s at stake will come to light. Moving mountains is not enough for us Inspiration is what we need to find Just don’t rely on anyone Some will let us down Or give us strength The Fires burn the fires rise. (The fire inside) Inside or out, the flame burns bright tonight. The passion’s there, no sense to fight. (The fire inside) For what’s at stake will come to light. A black hole appears. Consuming the soul. That soul's left behind. For when, will we find? The Fires burn the fires rise. (The fire inside) Inside or out, the flame burns bright tonight. The passion’s there, no sense to fight. (The fire inside) For what’s at stake will come to light.

A solitary bird flying in the sky. So free and full of life. Blissfully unaware of dangers down below. There’s nothing way up high. To wish to be that bird, just leaving it all behind. Rush to the ground. Not safe and sound. Forward, we march The need to question god. Watching, way up there. Just waiting for a sign to what ails your troubled mind. I wish I was that soul, just leaving it all behind. Crash to the ground, Not safe and sound, Downward descent. Everyone, an enemy. Their failures all we choose to see. So quick to point, so slow to act. The scenes play out on daily news. The likes of which, we’ve never seen. Let’s place the blame on you and me. We were lost, they say. We’ve awoken change. But the stain's still there and it may never fade… No Easy Answer. No simple choice to make. No Easy answer. No easy Answer exists these days. I cannot breathe, the air is thick. I cannot run, the shadows creep. I’m forced to stand stand in shit knee-deep You’re damned one way, you know it’s true. You’re quick to say what we should do. But every choice just seems too late , oh We were lost, they say. We’ve awoken change. But the stains still there and it may never fade… No Easy Answer. No simple choice to make. No Easy answer. No Easy Answer exists these days. You feel the lure. You feel the pull. To find the cure. To a lie so pure. No Easy Answer. No simple choice to make. No Easy answer. No Easy Answer exists these days.

I've slept through worse than this. The faint sounds of sirens and panic pierce the streets. Through my window and into my brain. Unknowing what waits for me the next day. Let's take a walk through hell. Let's take a walk... The world is in a frenzy. They warn of doom ahead. A fever's over everyone. The sick have claimed the land. The voices call out to me. One after the next. Some pleading, some reeling, others screaming. I must walk through hell and endure the truth. I must walk through hell. I'm not so sure of heaven on the other side, but I've got to walk through hell. The journey's long and treacherous. My spirit, fragile at best. The air is thick and poisonous. My pulse is fast with fear. The voices call out to me. One after the next. Some pleading, some reeling, others screaming. I must walk through hell and endure the truth. I must walk through hell. I'm not so sure of heaven on the other side, but I've got to walk through hell. There's danger at every turn but I've got to walk through hell. Now the rain starts. No mercy from the skies. How did it come to this? Out of sight and out of mind. Is this fever? No cure? The final nail. New demons swarm the land. With mongrels led by hand. The snarling beasts will eat. If I don't push on I will face defeat. I'm climbing through the trench, I'm barely alive now. I feel the pressure build, it's just a few more steps. The horrors that I've seen. I'll live to tell the tale, I've got to remember. I'm past the border of obscene. I must walk through hell and endure the truth. I must walk through hell. I'm not so sure of heaven on the other side, but I've got to walk through hell. There's danger at every turn but I've got to walk through hell. I will look back and ask the reason why? I will look back and never understand. Can't comprehend, I must ask the reason why? I will look back and try to understand.