We are the ghosts of things to come
we are the stars that shine amongst the sun
our souls devine, ours to keep
'tis only when Death calls will we truly sleep

for Time is the enigma of days been and gone
aspiration is what spurs us on,
Mother Nature whispers, from the silence she speaks
from the caw of a crow to the tree that creaks

we are the Vampires of wealth and splendour
we have it all but still we want more
as the world burns, its shell charred and weak,
we turn upon ourselves, bicker and bleat

patience a virtue long-lost and dead
anger and vengeance stain our streets red,
with bitter jealousy we snag and maim
knowing whose fault it is but still others we blame

we are the pioneers of devastation to come
we seek peace and perfection from the barrel of a gun -
the time of change and redemption has come to pass,
we spoke the Lord's name in vain,

so may these days be our last.