Innocence,
is irrelevant.
With bleeding eyes,
we look up at the skies.

We're waiting,
and waiting,
and waiting.
Waiting for the sky, to finally die.

Gentlemen,
ladies and gentles,
please take a seat,
we're starting the show.

It's about,
the end of the world,
which was predicted,
many years ago.

Thousands of years ago,
we predicted the end of the world.
We stopped making calenders,
thinking it was over.

Somehow we could predict,
the end of all mankind,
but we could not create,
electricity.

Gentlemen,
ladies and gentlemen,
we're now waiting,
for the show to start.

It's about,
the end of the world,
which was predicted,
many years ago.

Thousands of years ago,
we predicted the end of the world.
We stopped making calenders,
thinking it was over.

Somehow they could predict,
the end of all mankind,
but we must remember,
they thought the world was flat.

We've waited,
and waited,
and waited,
so long.
Waiting for the sky,
to finally die.

Somehow we, could predict,
the end of all mankind,
but we could, not create,
electricity.

Somehow they, could predict,
the end of all mankind.
But we must, remember,
they thought the world was flat.

The Sun shines,
the fog blinds,
together they make,
a rainbow in the sky.

The Moon stares,
into a lake,
and wonders why,
he's a big mistake.

Why can't he be the Sun,
and light up the day.
Why can't he be the one,
to make the bad go away.

Why can't he be the light,
that brightens everyones day.
Instead he sits in the night,
wishing the Sun would go away.

The Moon glows,
the stars show,
a pattern of love,
that lights the Earth below.

To himself,
the Sun confides,
that he wishes,
he controlled the tides.

Why can't he be the Moon,
and turn darkness into light.
Why can't he be the one,
to light up the great night.

Why can't he have the grace,
of being with the stars.
Instead he sits up in space,
wishing he could take his place.

But what they both don't know is,
they need each other.
What they both don't know is,
that they are brothers.

We live in jealousy,
envying each other.
Please, just be thankful,
and happy for others.

The Sun needs the Moon,
to keep the night lit bright.
The Moon needs the Sun,
to produce his shining light.

The Sun needs the Moon,
and the Moon needs the Sun.
If they work together,
they can be one.

If they work together,
they can be one.
if they work together,
they will be one.

If we work together,
we could be one.
If we work together,
we will be one.

Looking up, at the man on the wall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.
Standing proudly, standing tall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.

A trial of nature verses man,
the destruction is getting out of hand.
Over reliance of the Amazon,
if we don't stop, it will soon be gone.

Continuous polluting of the atmosphere,
causing the world to live in fear.
This is what has become of all mankind,
we're turning into muted minds.

Looking up, at the man on the wall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.
Standing proudly, standing tall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.

International egos, out of control,
we need to look at the world as a whole.
The government has gained to much power,
it's time to take back what's ours.

Technology advancing far too fast,
becoming societies cast.
We're disgracing all of mankind,
preferring machine over mind.

Looking up, at the man on the wall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.
Standing proudly, standing tall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.

We are the man on the wall,
waiting for ourselves to fall.
Standing proudly, standing tall,
we will be the creators of our downfall.

He got up in the morning.
He was happy.
He was loved.
He lived.

He got up in the morning.
He was still happy.
Then his mom yelled, and he felt less loved.
He lived.

He got up the next morning, but it took a while.
He was sad because they are no longer friends.
Then his dad yelled, and he felt unloved.
He lived.

He woke up the morning after,
And he wasn't happy. He wasn't sad.
His parents never yelled, but he still wasn't loved.
He was barely living.

He never woke up the next morning.
He wasn't happy, but he was no longer in pain.
His parents cried, and he felt loved.
He is gone, but in ways he is now living.