Degraded, false hope Some kind of tension That suits our need To feel misguided A need to put things Where they belong System failure, Collapse of all Became a horde Mindless drones Of no man's land Collateral damage control High above the sediment They sit on thrones of bones Last in line still we sing This empty monotone Existence was never my own We wave our flags up high Scared of the unknown Pulsating We are the eyeless watchers The man-made hate