All that remains Is the sinking feeling That nothing will change All that remains Is that our souls leave their mark What remains Carved in stone Our hand prints The demise of the race Self inflicted Lost crusades End of all lessons Dust in the minds What's left of us All that remains Is the will to survive But we can't withstand These black holes Mud and burnt soil They reflect the eyes of the ignorant Whose death Just a drop in the bucket Deep furrows Not overcome All that remains Is the will to survive But we can't withstand All that remains Is the paradox of our being What remains