Oh what's to be done of this lifetime
Yet we burn this world down to it's roots
Through the eyes of what we strive to repulse
This living is best lived with portioning
Self-centered subsistence
We have love for your creation
That belongs to disregard
When the odds grasp a decline
In carelessness, We are one
The pain and guilt is all its worth
We are stacked up against the wall
Begging, pick me up off my feet
Agonizing, we're tempting fate without a cause
A chance to end our misery
In carelessness, We are one
The pain and guilt is all its worth