Nothing matters for life is gone,
the facts of life were all but wrong.
Pieces fall from the skies above,
how could god kill everything he 'loves'?
Disease and heartache, torture and pain,
if we live to die, then we're here in vain.
Clouds can fall and the sun will rot,
we're killing ourselves but will we ever stop?
Raising children in a world of war,
what's different that wasnt there before?
Fighting and hate, a world of shame,
maybe its time for that world ending rain.
Everywhere eyes can see, and everywhere they wont,
in everything hands can touch, and everything they dont,
there are plots of corruption that lips wont speak,
world domination that everyone seems to seek.
Two different kinds in this world today,
ones who pretend to care and ones who waste away.
those that lay around just waiting to die,
and those who lay under the falling sky.
