Holocene
Under stones of this road
Once stood a thriving home for those who came before
And just like clockwork we lived as one
But it was not enough and piece by piece
The green has turned to gray
Too gray...
Too gray...
Too gray...
It's who we are
All this pain
Brought in vain
I still hear her shouting
When the Sun is not shining
There will be no way out
There is no way out
Somehow I'm...
Hoping we can take it back to a perfectly engaged machine
Working silently
Working silently
Day by day, rain through rain, thunder and lightning
Will the Sun still be shining when we find out...
Will we find out?
Is this what we are? The villains of the World, not reasoning...
Will we make it better, mending all that's wrong
Reverse this back to home...
Reverse this back to home...
Is this what we are?
Is this what we are? The villains of the World
Is this what we are?
Is this what we are?
Is this what we are?
Is this what we are?
´Cause what I see is haunting me... 'cause what I see
Is this what we are? Is this who we are?
Is this what we are?