Platos

Empty souls drifting alone

Detached, no way to get our time back

Orphans without a home

Isolation is what we've come to know

Is this it?

All we were meant to be?

Just mindless zombies

Just sheep following sheep

I'm not sure if I still believe

And if God does exist

I'm sure looks down in disgrace

Upon what he has made

Upon what we became

Did the master plan get washed away?

When did our idea of satisfaction change?

Why do I think we've lost our way?

And if God does exist

I'm sure looks down in disgrace

Upon what he has made

Upon what we became

I won't just sit back

To watch the world die

Like I'm just passing the time

We're all just wasting our time

Our last moment of life

With our heads to our hands

What a sad way to die

Wasting all this time

And if God does exist

I'm sure looks down in disgrace

Upon what he has made

Upon what we became