Outside, the world is hurdling on through space and time and everything else While our people tear each other to ruins. Inside, the walls come crumbling down taking blood and bone along with it While embers burn to ash in what's left of our minds. The end of the world is such a concept Because what's ending? I can assure you one thing: Nature existed far before humans arrived and nature will continue to exist after. Forest fires rage through countrysides and mountain ranges But no time is wasted before new trees are growing out of the cinders. With us, a forest fire rages through our being and we drown as the flames burn us from inside until it's too late And there's nothing to show except a blackened shadow on the ground we once stood Because we paved over any chance of rebirth when we stoked the fire and gave in.