There is no escaping what we feel in the air

But is reality to much for you to bare

A silver tounge in the mouth of a liar

Is what will guide us on the road to expire

Why do you defend

Every prospect of the end

You can play your game

But it's coming all the same

Will we ever come to realize

We brought this on ourselves

Will we see another sunrise

Before we have to close our eyes

Can't you discern the obvious connection

Between action and consequence

Without question, without critical eyes

Remaining passive as we reach our demise

Do we evolve only to implement destruction

Aware of the outcome but we refuse to change

Are we not better than to look the other way

As if it matters what the liars have to say

Why do you defend

Every prospect of the end

You can play your game

But it's coming all the same

Will we ever come to realize

We brought this on ourselves

Will we see another sunrise

Before we have to close our eyes