Your world is growing old This is your last goodbye Never changing ways We are running out of time We are marching towards the end of our creation The path is locked beneath collosal blocks Trembling in fear from the sound of bombshells falling Pushing us forward into this ceaseless fight Your world is growing old This is your last goodbye Never changing ways We are running out of time All directions seem to be distorted Open your eyes and see what they create We hear them laughing behind a wall of lies Their poison has left it's final mark So many nights I tried to keep me level With so much fear, no further need to feel Armed with no courage, no will and zero valor Your life means nothing to me and drips with hate