What will we tell our children
About the what is that is no more
The air that we breath that we can actually see
Standing in a puddle that's acid cured

We've stepped out of our boundaries
In self righteousness we have grown
Trampling on this sacred ground
Crossing the line of the unknown

No use in crying a ***** river
When the flood gates have been broken
Drowning in the very sorrow
Of what's been left unspoken

With the world now at our mercy
What is there left for us to show
Where the innocence that we once had
Left these parts long ago

So again what will we tell our children
About the what was that is no more
How do we explain that we're to blame
For the life they can't enjoy