When the spoken words make less sense than those unspoken And resentment is all that is left to give Still we go through with the facade Wasting our time humouring insanities And know so well Sense has no place here Fire, running with abandonment Until there's no place left to burn Did those eyes drown? Did the soul slip so far down it became lost? Is the only spirit left, the one that passes the lips? An age of destruction I watch, my disbelief waiting for change The will for resolution faded fast And in the end, it stands for nothing, counts for nothing Tis like a funeral march Driving towards the death Awaiting the vultures' call