Monuments of fallen men
Desolation open up our eyes
For our own diabolical empire
We forever die
The sun sets down one final time
Only to arise

To a barren earth
To our death
To endless dirt
To a future left to the ones who deserve it
Now the past the pain
The few who remain
All at the cost to remember
Ignore whatever we know
Whatever we see
Whatever we trust
What we believe is not reality
Ceasing are the hands Of time
Father wisdom shed some light on us
On us

Empires of ash
Come toppling down
Material reduced to flesh again
We're on an equal plane
Through our own faults
Our own paths our own wish
Oh how the finite come to realize its name
Sick humor we suffer
Life theater
The Puppet Masters hands are tied we're on our own
Step inside the future screen
Welcome all to your demise it's here

Peer into the future screen
We've been living the lie
Watching the world careen
Watching the world scream

Step inside the future screen
Welcome all to your demise

Will a new age be upon this old world
Now the times of tribulation growing ever near
Now the past the pain
The few who remain
All bear the cost to remember
Ignore whatever we know
Whatever we see
Whatever we trust
What we believe is not reality
Ceasing are the hands of time
Father wisdom shed some light on us