We hold the knife that cuts this thread of life so short
Round up this precious little and k** it off for sport
We all want world peace but we all want our guns
Just in case of what we're not sure
But a simple lie or a twist of fate won't make us hesitate
We're the cause and effect
All we deny and forget
Won't disappear if we turn our eyes away
We're tempting fate to bring us closer to God
He turns away in shame
All these burdens born come crashing down
With no one left to blame
Losing grip with humanity
We look not upon our faults
We just laugh them off like some sort of joke
And exploit all we've lost
Our tragic downfall is yet to be revealed
But our tragic downfall is among us
Pointing fingers makes for a better time
Don't let that become us
Reap what we sow
Harvest hatred and woe