I saw the tiny heart beat, I heard the life alive
Every moment growing, preparing for arrival
In a world that's yet unseen, what new wonders lie in wait?
Will the hope arrive on Eden's ground, or the fire be quenched with hate?
There is no iron clad guarantee
What will it take for us to realise that it's not the way it's supposed to be?
What kind of world are we leaving?
What legacy remains?
Modern marvels or ruined world
Cast adrift with sails unfurled
What kind of world?
We stand upon a precipice, we look out over lands
We see the evidence of us, the working of our hands
A dusty arid wasteland or lush and verdant plains
Smoke filled yellow heavens or sweet refreshing rain
There is no iron clad guarantee
What will it take for us to realise that it's not the way it's supposed to be?
What kind of world are we leaving?
What legacy remains?
Modern marvels or ruined world
Cast adrift with sails unfurled
What kind of world?
What kind of world?
Flying by at a blinding pace
Everything changes
Inner self or outer s***e
It all rearranges
Happenstance and happenings
Occurring every day
But when it comes to this human race
All that really happens is we remain the same
Warning bells and battle cries we're hearing every day
But like the boy who cried of wolves
We only hear... what we want to hear
And what we want to hear... is not the truth
If it was, then it would set us free, but caged we are... by our effrontery.
Second chances, third degrees and frightened children's tears
Doesn't stop the wound so deep
We only hear... what we choose to hear
And what we choose to hear... won't hide the truth
If it did, then darkness claims the throne, but don't forget, that we're not alone
We're not alone...
Where does it all end?
Now we've come so far.
Is it all too late?
Can we turn back time?
In a world so badly broken, in a world so starved of joy
Have we desecrated Eden's ground, have we all come to destroy?
There is no iron clad guarantee
What will it take for us to realise that it's not the way it's supposed to be?
What kind of world are we leaving?
What legacy remains?
Modern marvels or ruined world
Cast adrift with sails unfurled
What kind of world?
Every moment growing, preparing for arrival
In a world that's yet unseen, what new wonders lie in wait?
Will the hope arrive on Eden's ground, or the fire be quenched with hate?
There is no iron clad guarantee
What will it take for us to realise that it's not the way it's supposed to be?
What kind of world are we leaving?
What legacy remains?
Modern marvels or ruined world
Cast adrift with sails unfurled
What kind of world?
We stand upon a precipice, we look out over lands
We see the evidence of us, the working of our hands
A dusty arid wasteland or lush and verdant plains
Smoke filled yellow heavens or sweet refreshing rain
There is no iron clad guarantee
What will it take for us to realise that it's not the way it's supposed to be?
What kind of world are we leaving?
What legacy remains?
Modern marvels or ruined world
Cast adrift with sails unfurled
What kind of world?
What kind of world?
Flying by at a blinding pace
Everything changes
Inner self or outer s***e
It all rearranges
Happenstance and happenings
Occurring every day
But when it comes to this human race
All that really happens is we remain the same
Warning bells and battle cries we're hearing every day
But like the boy who cried of wolves
We only hear... what we want to hear
And what we want to hear... is not the truth
If it was, then it would set us free, but caged we are... by our effrontery.
Second chances, third degrees and frightened children's tears
Doesn't stop the wound so deep
We only hear... what we choose to hear
And what we choose to hear... won't hide the truth
If it did, then darkness claims the throne, but don't forget, that we're not alone
We're not alone...
Where does it all end?
Now we've come so far.
Is it all too late?
Can we turn back time?
In a world so badly broken, in a world so starved of joy
Have we desecrated Eden's ground, have we all come to destroy?
There is no iron clad guarantee
What will it take for us to realise that it's not the way it's supposed to be?
What kind of world are we leaving?
What legacy remains?
Modern marvels or ruined world
Cast adrift with sails unfurled
What kind of world?