The world is going to hell
and we're knitting the hand basket
with the blood and bones
of our children's innocence
all the while pretending
nothing is wrong

Hate and fear is foaming
at the mouth of ignorance
and we just strap the blinders
on a little tighter
and hope if we don't pay attention
it will go away

Big brother is watching the dream die
and Uncle Sam is out burying the knife
and isn't it strange
how it went straight down
with expert precision
almost as if it was choreographed
to take a tumble
and give in without a fight

When we believe
the lie to be true
we all become liars
when we witness evil
and turn away
what are we but evil too
when we turn away those in need
to protect those of greed
what are we but monsters

How much longer will we
let the noose tighten
around our necks
before it cuts off our last breath
what will we accomplish in death
when we did nothing of grace
when our hearts
still beat inside our chests

The way things are going
I have to wonder
when the world gets to hell
will we all just be turned away
for hell is too nice a place
for monsters like us