Selfishness in your eyes
Behind the layer of lies
No time to give the helping hand
We're getting closer to the end
I hear the angels singing, news of decline they're bringing
Can't you hear?
The flow of various faces, mosaic of different races
The deadend is here to be
I see the angels falling, hear'em in my ears hawling
Can't you hear?
The empty space's expanding, and deadly virus sending
so it's confusing me
The more you have - the more you need
Like iron shackles is your greed
Seeds in the field, they're on their own
The barren harvest is here to come.