With fervent hopes for control
We'll harvest the innocents
Using false dreams to extol
We can't begin to be forgiven
We won't repent, let alone regret
Offering pretense of morality
But we linger in depravity
We aspire to great heights
We ourselves are a black swan
Our oddity mistaken
For a portent
But we've entered descent
With no means of offering payment
For the loss of honor, or kindness
We've immediately forgotten
All the wrong we've done
And then we ignore sin
Or destroy our world
We can't perceive what we've lost
Once the innocents are gone
