I see the end of all things 
I see the death of this world 
We watched the sky go crimson red 
We watched our children wake up dead 

Each day we dig our own graves 
Each day we make ourselves enslaved 
Each night we dream our same dreams 
Listen to our cries, listen to their screams 

Cradled in the arms of a disease 
Surgical insanity 
A pointless round of damage limitation 

I see the end of all things 
I see the death of this world 
We watched the sky go crimson red 
We watched our children wake up dead 

Each day we dig our own graves 
Each day we make ourselves their slaves 
Each night we dream our sad dream 
Listen to their cries, listen to our screams