The human race, what did we create?
We left our mark here, repercussions of choices made
This is the end, multiply and spread
What did you expect when you reap our way and dig our graves
Force feeding chemicals into the mouths of all our youth
You might despise all of our lies, you're terrified of truth
We see you pulling strings of puppets as we speak
You're burying and you're killing of anything that you see fit
How could you do this to the ones that you're above?
How could you do this to the ones that you're above?
I've had enough
You're desolate, and no one cares
As we march ahead towards the end
And over the edge
The callous souls that you were once responsible to feed
Their hunger now burns inside of all they
So throw em high and maybe you'll find and maybe you'll find
So throw em high and maybe you'll find, you're not above me
I've had enough
You're desolate, and no one cares
As we march ahead towards the end
You're desolate, and no one cares
As we march ahead towards the end
And over the edge
Listen
Listen
Why do some have it all, and others they have none?
Why do some have it all, and others they have nothing?