Mankind Is Obsolete Awake
Is this all there is?
There’s nothing to see
A world that asks so much
But leaves me worse than empty
Is hope still alive
In this endless parade?
There must be something pure
To fill the lonely void of this charade
Wake up,
Stop pretending
This day’s beginning in ending
No more blank illusions
Your dark dream,
Throw it away,
A way for survival
New day,
Bright arrival
Take back all that you gave up
