The shortage of our time,
Leads to the answer,
Of everything that we are,
We are the last of the first of our kind,
Entering the closing walls that left us so blind,
Why have we not learned?
Trapped in the old ways of this,
Here it fades,
All we've made,
Me or you?
I can't choose,
I miss your,
Drowning soul,
You miss my...
Nothing now,
Don't you think it's time for a change?
Don't you think it's time to leave it all behind?
Keep the way we beat this child and watch it grow to pain,
Close your eyes to shut the sound, neglected once again,