Swansong of a lost generation
An ancient caution call
Forget and waste what was given
The sky will fall
A world drowning in pleasures
Forsaking knowledge for fame
Loses mind, loses vision
The stars will rain down
Set the sky ablaze
A world in flames
Lust for power has lay them adrift flying blind
A divided mind can never dream to take the skies
With their heads in the sand say goodbye
As one they bleed
No man's a king before the flood
Encrypted voices are calling through time but they
Fall short of the ignorant eyes that lay
Shaping thoughts and repeating the lies that they
Learnt to live and never question why
Brace for impact
They had their chance only themselves to blame
Extinction calls
Decimation
The funeral fire of man, a cosmic atrophy
Not a trace will remain
Desolation
Only themselves to blame
Still reluctant to listen
Naive cowards till death
Proudly marching to their end
Brace for impact
Only themselves to blame