Loss Of Vision:

we are a shaken broken species
driving ourselves to the end of extinction
and i feel like im the only one whos grateful
for a tomorrow with a little less suffering

they're all breathing but their not really alive
just robots stuck in a constant cycle, until they fucking die
they will continue to fall in line, and pass me by
with half shut eyes they are blind
to the atrocities that are creeping up to their doors

every month we lose thousands of lives
in a foreign land where oil bleeds from their eyes
our economy is in shambles and crumbling to the ground
yet no one opens their mouth to let out and opposition sound
a great depression in our country and in our minds
and soon will rise the rates of suicide

there is no escape from this living hell;
the reapers hand is reaching in
cant find the solace in ourselves
at the brink of Armageddon
the mouth of hell is swallowing us whole
embrace it.