Holocene

Holocene Under stones of this road Once stood a thriving home for those who came before And just like clockwork we lived as one But it was not enough and piece by piece the green has turned to gray too gray... too gray... too gray... It's who we are All this pain Brought in vain I still hear her shouting When the Sun is not shining There will be no way out There is no way out Somehow I'm... Hoping we can take it back to a perfectly engaged machine working silently working silently Day by day, rain through rain, thunder and lightning Will the Sun still be shining when we find out... Will we find out? Is this what we are? The villains of the World, not reasoning... Will we make it better, mending all that's wrong Reverse this back to home... Reverse this back to home... Is this what we are? Is this what we are? The villains of the World Is this what we are? Is this what we are? Is this what we are? Is this what we are? ´Cause what I see is haunting me... 'cause what I see Is this what we are? Is this who we are? Is this what we are?