The future unveils behind a drape, so dark Inhospitable became the world A virus running unchecked at large Not a breath is heard out there Control – this was their dream fleeting was the moment It crumbled in their hands Like sand they sought to hold Fruitless they know it to be Foolish hope, stupidity, or ignorance? In any case, they charge at a brickwall This reality is no feature film Factions drawing their last breath Bleeding their bretheren at arms Marvel at the final insult To humanity and all their kind Disbelieving laughter of the last one A final whimper of their extinction Driven to extreme measures Unable to cope with this new life This punctuation to an era A chapter ends, and the page is turned Will it be a better world awaiting? All that's sure, we won't see it