For this darkness brings with it a plague
We see our society as it is breaking apart
With sounds of anger laced with regret
In the midst, lunacy strikes her black flag
Powerless, our being is composed of scars
Witness a world sewn, threads of misery
We've woven a tapestry, ignorant of history
We cannot understand our beckoning fate
Know that we exist in a dangerous place
To achieve greatness, if hope is to be found
Our destiny will become a holy ground
I ask, how do you get from here to there
Is a cost of existence one that is ever fair?
