depleting the need of thieves to care 

they rise on degradations wings 

i've seen, we've all seen 

we have seen the coming price for our 

self-righteous greed 

a cry from earth for chances 

a silent plea 

deciphered in a manner 

lost in failure 

we've left innumerous numbers 

falling into tears 

they've lost their lives 

weire on a killing spree 

killing spree 

the blood of tortured souls stains us 

the blood of tortured souls stains me 

i can't bear it 

we must see where this lies leading 

then we'll listen, then we'll listen to 

a cry from earth for changes 

a silent plea 

deciphered in manner 

lost in failure 

we've whored this world for riches 

and we soon shall see 

we've lost our lives 

what good is all their money when 

there's nothing left to buy?