Do you believe there's hope for your kind
that your insatiable quest for direction
will one day help you find
veracity and meaning to your existence as a whole
that all your dreams of happy endings
will be achieved with faith and sometimes
do you feel that cold wind blowing you
beyond all you think is right, beyond all realm of human
thought, beyond your foolish thinking,
one step ahead is one inch closer to the end
but means nothing at all and sometimes.
Now watch your cities fall, now watch your gods come down
and deliver you from all that you built.
Your futures now a vision of your past
soiled by all that you've killed.
Hush your children now, there's no need to cry
were building a future for you.