The empty skies turn black,

Their bones turn to figments,

Desolation is in the air

This is distention

Though we linger off,

It dies

Before our eyes,

It dies

As far as the eye can see,

Only destruction

Is it hopeless?

What can be done?

Is it too late?

Are we too late to save ourselves?

We're living in, in a dead world

Crying out for a change

What can be done?

Each day we slip further away,

On the edge of ruin

It won't be long

Before we shut down

Is it hopeless?

What can be done?

Is it too late?

Are we too late to save ourselves?

We're living in, in a dead world

It's so cold

And we're no one to blame,

Blame ourselves

Now this is our fight

Because there is little left

To hold on to

And to beg forgiveness

For willing blindness

Now I can say

It's not too late, oh! not too late

To save ourselves

It's not too late, oh! not too late

To save ourselves.