Monuments of fallen men Desolation open up our eyes For our own diabolical empire We forever die The sun sets down one final time Only to arise To a barren earth To our death To endless dirt To a future left to the ones who deserve it Now the past the pain The few who remain All at the cost to remember Ignore whatever we know Whatever we see Whatever we trust What we believe is not reality Ceasing are the hands Of time Father wisdom shed some light on us On us Empires of ash Come toppling down Material reduced to flesh again We're on an equal plane Through our own faults Our own paths our own wish Oh how the finite come to realize its name Sick humor we suffer Life theater The Puppet Masters hands are tied we're on our own Step inside the future screen Welcome all to your demise it's here Peer into the future screen We've been living the lie Watching the world careen Watching the world scream Step inside the future screen Welcome all to your demise Will a new age be upon this old world Now the times of tribulation growing ever near Now the past the pain The few who remain All bear the cost to remember Ignore whatever we know Whatever we see Whatever we trust What we believe is not reality Ceasing are the hands of time Father wisdom shed some light on us