The empty skies turn black
Their bones turn to figments
Desolation is in the air
This is destation
Though we linger off it dies
Before our eyes it dies
As far as the eye can see only destruction
Is it hopeless? What can be done?
Is it too late?
Are we too late to save ourselves?
We're living in, in a dead world
Crying out for a change, what can be done?
Each day we slip further away on the edge of ruin
It won't be long before we shut down
Is it hopeless? What can be done?
Is it too late?
Are we too late to save ourselves
We're living in, in a dead world
It's so cold
And we're no one to blame, blame ourselves
Now this is our fight
Because there is little left to hold on to
And to beg forgiveness for willing blindness
Now I can say
It's not too late, oh not too late to save ourselves
It's not too late, oh not too late to save ourselves