• So self obsessed with our own reflection
    Haunted by every small imperfection
    Raised to think beauty is in the flesh
    Flesh that will one day decay...

    Condemned to breathe this polluted air
    The end is near but we're unaware
    We conform to the ways of our race
    Not knowing we'll soon be erased
    And replaced
    So comfortable as the years pass by
    Watching this life cease before our eyes

    Will the last words you speak satisfy
    All the missed chances you had in your life
    Think of the faces of those who have died
    Will this hole in your heart mend in time?

    When will we take a step back from the mirror
    And see that our own life is not why we're here
    Your lungs will dry out and with your last breath
    Will you take to the grave all that you have left?

    Condemned to breathe this polluted air
    The end is near but we're unaware
    We conform to the ways of our race
    Not knowing we'll soon be erased
    And replaced
    So comfortable as the years pass by
    Watching this life cease before our eyes

    Will the last words you speak satisfy
    All the missed chances you had in your life
    Think of the faces of those who have died
    Will this hole in your heart mend in time?