Remnant strewn wasteland
Ruin and desolation
What have we done now?
Thinking we are gods
We live as if immortal
Without thought or care
We sprinted forward
Unaware of our own chains
Destined to be here
Fate drawn strings, sewn up
Doors clos-ed; locks locked up tight
Beyond salvation
O to turn back time
Relive again our lives lost
Prevent this horror
O to turn back time
Save us from our reflection
Stop the ruining
There’s no place to go
No solace, no peace, nowhere
Home, forever lost
Hope; taken from us
Light; gone from this ravaged earth
Time; forever short
All we can do now
Is stare into the mirror
And wish back in time