The race for the backward
Power in the wrong few
The fumes from the world war
The clouds in the room
Systematic hunger
Emblem of a brighter youth
Overwhelming numbers
Killing without proof
A prediction, a prediction
A sensation, a sensation
An Apparition, apparition of a predatory few
Voice of innovation
To halt unrelenting doom
Impossible situation
Impossible room
We fought off sedation
The lure of dystopian ruse
They pushed our imagination
There was nothing to lose
A prediction, a prediction
A sensation, a sensation
An Apparition, apparition of a predatory few
A planet with a blackened heart
A condition of a passive nature
Sedition only went so far
Patient with a falling root
System with a crooked start
A future lacking any patience
Afraid of what you really are
But does anybody choose
Can't ask us to settle now
Afraid of what we're made of
Afraid of what we are
Afraid of what we'll lose
Don't ask us to settle now
I'm afraid of where we're going
I'm afraid of what will be
Afraid of what we'll lose
A prediction, a prediction
A sensation, a sensation
An Apparition, apparition of a predatory few
