So this is how the world ends
With our hands around our own throats
We are stuck somewhere,
In between the lands of life and death
(We're just unwelcome guests)
We've weighed ourselves down
With what little we have left
Constructing vertically
To the heavens in pursuit of godliness
This urban hell that we have built
Will be a tomb for our selfishness
...in this cosmic abyss
So this is how the world ends
With our hands on our own throat
Don't let this be
Don't let this be
The way we go
We have passed a point of no return
Any bridges we cross we burn
Our greed has overgrown
Our seeds of destruction have been sown
Our world is out of time
We have such short sight
We embraced a blight
Choked out the light
Before it even left our eyes
We turned a heaven into our hell
Watch all we love
Waste away
We have wasted our gift
We brought ruin to bliss
So this is how the world ends
With our hands on our own
Throat
Don't let this be
Don't let this be the way we go
Propping up mold
Painted in gold
The lives that we take
The lives that we sold
Is this who we are?
Is this who we are?
Is this how the world ends?
We turned a heaven
Into a hell
