Starring at the barren, scorched earth we leave,
little by little our humanity we cleave.

Until there is nothing but a void of black,
a mentality for which there is no coming back.

How can we say we learned from the past,
when those very things that divide us never pass.

We steal away for better days,
yet drifting into feeling that we should raze.

All of the troubles that keep us in fear,
to fight for change that is so near.

How can we count on better days,
when everything we are inside is thrown away.

In favor of a life with less compassion,
for a style that rejects the humbled masses.

If our future is still envisioned in the path we walk,
it's most direr to find a way to peacefully talk.

For the road we paved is of demise,
to a future our heart will simply despise.