We appeal our existence
Tired of the agony, we pray for the end to come
Our hope evaporates as we cower in fear
Memories never fading, crippling our minds
Their presence poisonous, forever haunting me
There is nothing left for us inside this wretched place
Madness calling our names, leading us to decay
Pushed to the brink of destruction by our toxic ways
We must emerge, reforged and unearthed
Reborn anew in a world relieved of misery
This world's rotting
Chance fading for salvation
No chance to escape if we do not soon make a change
Wrath of the masses, bring us hope
Show we're worth more than this
We can't keep waiting for saviors
We are the age of creators
We must stand up and rid ourselves from this hateful cycle
We've become tools for the wretched
Our exploits must far transcend those of our predecessors
Wrath of the masses
Bring us hope
I won't sit idle, by, and let fear consume me
We were meant for more than fruitless aspirations
We deserve far more than these unanswered prayers
We must prevail