| Mass cityscapes | |
| Mind soul deteriorate | |
| At home with distraction | |
| Bloodshed, sanity all but dead | |
| The reigning, present, mindset | |
| The hope, the hope of ever reconciling what's lost | |
| The ever torn and frail fabric of humanity | |
| And global stability | |
| With unification comes the inevitable strains | |
| And the war games | |
| To ever think otherwise | |
| Would defy your presence and your flaws | |
| A time came when the shadows remained | |
| At home with paranoia | |
| Constructs of our own undoing | |
| A one way course | |
| The reigning, reformed, mindset | |
| Today in all solution | |
| To open eyes | |
| Your time to ascend | |
| At first the world began | |
| Storms pushing waters to the lands | |
| Call of life to a lifeless void | |
| Now destroyed | |
| The solution the crime | |
| I have sought an end | |
| This is the final reform |