| Lost to stagnant waters of apathy |
| That have been flooded by ignorance |
| The spirit of revolution, of change, of cause |
| Suffering silently, cast aside and forgotten |
| Hungers for a better day |
| And are we dead within these cages we are sold? |
| So close your eyes, pretend to dream as you grow cold |
| This culture has been crippled by the emptiness of life lived |
| With nothing and no one to die for |
| In this darkness so thick with no hint of light |
| We cling to the promises of science and technology |
| All the wonderwork modern miracles leading us Always and all ways |
| To one ancient vision, one way to live |
| And we submit, ruled by the lies we have been told |
| So lift your head, pretend to feel as you grow cold |
| What are we waiting for? |
| In the comfort of naivety |
| What are we living for? |
| Awaiting the death that silence brings |
| what can we offer this world in which we have taken |
| more than our share? |
| And all that we give, all we will spare |
| Is a festering greed for that which was never ours |
| and always what to not-see, what to not-hear |
| what to do and how to live |
| Clenched fingers numb and weary |
| White-knuckled and gripping tight |
| To who we are, what we are, no more and no less |
| Hopelessly satisfied with the filth we have created |
| Never striving for anything beyond mere survival |
| Yet surprised by these feelings of loss |
| Thirsting for something more than this life |
| But unwilling to make it our own |
| Patient we wait for that last fleeting breath |
| Unfulfilled, unknown |
| But I will not stand by I will not stand by |