Extinction is the rule

Without a record of how humans survived

Each previous era ending in catastrophe

We should stare at the stars and wonder

How did it happen that we became modern

What kind of miracle was it that we arrived

Were we Faust and danced with the devil

It was a miracle we escaped nuclear wars

Now, somehow, we've made it out alive

How can we all escape the next disaster?

Will we reach a place and know it's time?

Does destiny exist, can we escape our fate

If extinction is the rule, what does that say? 

Can we endure the ignorance of our kind?

How long before we're doomed?

Or are we the sole exception

Have we found the answer

Only to find it is now too late?
Forsaken, perhaps, we are
Or maybe instead a positive future looms?