Dying light. Fade away.
Haunted by hidden hands' design
We're digging graves for the unborn
Begging on our knees biting the hand that feeds
So, what's it going to be? 2033.
Will we be concerned before we're past the point of no return?
So, what's it going to be? 2033.
Will we ever learn or just sit back and watch the world burn?
Blinded eyes. Blood shot skies.
Falling out. Breathing underground.
Shadows die over twisted limbs
Too late now. The night of the bleeding stars.
The future does not exist when it lives inside a closed fist
Leave the past to the damned because the Now is in the palm of our hand
So, what's it going to be? 2033.
Will we be concerned before we're passed the point of no return?
So, what's it going to be? 2033.
Will we ever learn or just sit back and watch the world burn?
