Earth / Decay

In this prison we call home Sick and tired of where we are Feeling lost and drained without results Living in this prison we call home Where do we go from here my path is dead and gone Culminating from greed the gears are turning The world is growing empty and I am awfully lonely The bitter cold is holding me back from this hell the rain is coming Leaves are dead blood is shed Roots unhinged I see the end Vines constrict I suffocate break these wounds asphyxiate Where do we go from here my path is dead and gone Culminating from greed the gears are turning Dangerous machines ahead don't know where were being led So where do we go from here? This world is burning Where do we go what have we done a sickness within us What have I become? Take this knowledge and use it to achieve What we never could and never could believe So where do we go from here Our path is dead and gone culminating from greed Where do we go from here my path is dead and gone Culminating from greed the gears are turning Dangerous machines ahead don't know where were being led So where do we go from here? This world is burning In this prison we call home