Summer is strange, not what it used to be

Sun's blinding me but it's still so cold in here

There's something in the air

Something, that I can't define

I can't turn it aside, no. Not this time



All I've done can't be forgiven

The selfish first born son, yes, that's who I am

I go on and on. I can't fill my greed

Destroy everything for a piece of nothing



Warning signals all around:

Prodigal son's been left behind

No one sees what's plain to see

We cause our own insanity

We made a warfield of our homes

Prodigal son's been left alone

How can you turn your face away?!

We dig our own graves everyday



Sit down beside me, I've got something to tell:

Last night I killed the man also known as myself

But who's in the mirror

staring back at me?

I know this face is the one, that I don't wanna see