Oh what's to be done of this lifetime
Of shameless existence
We hone for perfection
Yet we burn this world down to it's roots
We stand alone again
We are the bold at fault
We seek our salvation
Through the eyes of what we strive to repulse
Oh, mark this
This living is best lived with portioning
Self-centered subsistence
The air is not so pure
Defective, To my eyes
Defective, To my eyes
We have love for your creation
That belongs to disregard
We ask for compassion
When the odds grasp a decline
In carelessness, We are one
The pain and guilt is all its worth
Fulfill our desires
Leave no traces
Starving for compassion
We are stacked up against the wall
Begging, pick me up off my feet
Agonizing, we're tempting fate without a cause
Oh, this is perception
A chance to end our misery
In carelessness, We are one
The pain and guilt is all its worth
Fulfill our desires
Leave no traces