Why do we see death given us as a birthright?

As a privilege to see ourselves wither away

We reject all that life gave us

And speak the words praising the fading light

Counting seconds to make an hour

Live through the day to see another night taking its toll

Listen to the great thunder in the distance

To see that there's still something so alive

Under this corroded sky

All colours die

We the watchers of the acid rain

We burn yet feel nothing

Recall the taste of water

Before it tasted like rust

Before the day we buried our memory

The end is all we seek for

To become a smoke in the wind

Come witness the last rise of the sun

The final sight to behold

Listen to the great thunder in the distance

To see that there's still something so alive

Under this corroded sky

All colours die

We the watchers of the acid rain

We burn yet feel nothing

Amok runners sink comatose

Sleepwalkers run in circles

While the ash grey ground breaks beneath us