[Intro: Mike Hranica]

Science has become a child’s game

There is no solution to bring away this plague

No remedies have been discovered

[Verse 1: Mike Hranica]

The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage

Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish

And you know nothing that matters now

[Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster, Mike Hranica, Together]

We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):

All is lost in the flood of the risen dead

We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover)

All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful

[Verse 2: Mike Hranica]

The incurable bring us our punishment

Today’s destruction can only be measured in... in biblical... biblical proportion

[Breakdown: Mike Hranica]

Let’s go...

My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth

My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth

My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth

[Bridge: Mike Hranica]

Always wanting more, never enough, until this day and age when there’s nothing left

Always wanting more, never enough, until this day and age when there’s nothing left

Always wanting more

Never enough

[Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster, Mike Hranica, Together]

We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):

All is lost in the flood of the risen dead

We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):

All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful

[Outro: Jeremy DePoyster, Mike Hranica, Together]

We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):

All is lost in the flood of the risen dead

We cannot restore, we cannot recover: all is lost in the storm of the disgraceful

We cannot restore, we cannot recover: all is lost in the flood of the risen dead

We cannot restore, we cannot recover: all is lost....