When the world starts fading away from a generation born of excess, and self-gratification with no looking back
What will we do, when these palaces start to burn, we'll collapse to our knees and we'll beg for absolution
But will we, will we deserve, to be heard?
Each brick by brick, we're tearing ourselves apart, will someone save this barely beating heart?
I swore to save the world, but looking at you now, should I even try to?
To bare the cape that I was burden with, or should I be the curse, the curse that you deserve?
I swore to save the world, but I chose to be the plague
As I walk through the valley of wreckage and devastation, just look at, just look at what we've done
But will we, will we deserve, to be heard?
Goddamn I know, I swore to save the world, but looking at you now, should I even try to bare the cape that I was burdened?
Or should I be the curse, the curse that you deserve?
I chose to be the curse