There is no escaping what we feel in the air But is reality to much for you to bare A silver tounge in the mouth of a liar Is what will guide us on the road to expire Why do you defend Every prospect of the end You can play your game But it's coming all the same Will we ever come to realize We brought this on ourselves Will we see another sunrise Before we have to close our eyes Can't you discern the obvious connection Between action and consequence Without question, without critical eyes Remaining passive as we reach our demise Do we evolve only to implement destruction Aware of the outcome but we refuse to change Are we not better than to look the other way As if it matters what the liars have to say Why do you defend Every prospect of the end You can play your game But it's coming all the same Will we ever come to realize We brought this on ourselves Will we see another sunrise Before we have to close our eyes