(Our conscience fades)
When we're everything we know, the rest are but a blur
Steadfast, shameless, and so sure that we're in control
I beg to differ, we're a misstep from undone
I'll watch as the tides of change bring us to our knees
Our sense of self has led us to this
Our compassion takes its dying breath
When we strive for nothing more then pities embrace
Relying on the rest to hold us here in place
We'll never be more than a cog in this machine
I watch as apathy keeps us on our knees
Our sense of self has led us to this
Our compassion takes its dying breath
No matter the parts we play (we play)
We all take our turn on the stage (the stage)
I'd be remiss to suggest we'll be ok (be ok)
(Because with every act)
I see our decay
Our sense of self has led us to this
Our compassion takes its dying breath
We share in these consequences that have shaped our world