In this cynical age, where innocence is seen as false
A form of cyclical rage, expressed for the failed cause
We are alive, but we aren't living, we watch spectacle
All voyeurs, well unforgiven, it's time to be skeptical
Modernity chokes upon the decay, there is no escape
As our existence fades, as our life we now just chase
The hope that we can do more than simply just exist
