This is a plea to wake up
Torn at the seams, it's all in complete disorder
We march along with our blinders on, while mother weathers and fades away
She cries out for help, yet in return we scream... not today
This is a plea to wake up
Digging building, tearing and burning
slowly stripping away her purity
Shallow fixations, and a glimmer so dull, do you even care, what tomorrow holds?
Her body will be laid to rest
The sun will rear it's head, and avenge her end
Shallow fixations, and a glimmer so dull, with eyes half closed, we can't avoid the fall
The ground will shake the waters will rise up
Digging, building, tearing and burning
the great demise will grace us all
Obsessed with self
In a world so torn, do you even care, tomorrow will be no more