we’re going nowhere fast cause we’re living off the land with the animals we caught
yeah, but it’s not our fault.
[taken from our pride, we’re being left behind
left in apathetic mourning, we've lost too much to our own cause]
the memories will fade & eventually we’ll be replaced
by the twisted youth whom we died to produce
now how is that okay?
So where will you go when the earth has grown old and the sun has gone cold?
Now our time is wasting fast, we’re only an instance in the past
Yeah, whether we continue to turn or dry up and burn is of no concern