Prosthetic Eyes

If only you could see how I see, feel what I feel
Prosthetic eyes, unhinged minds
Living in a clockwork existence, portraying balance where there's none
How can we breathe in this cold reality?

I see the world crumble beneath the hands of tyranny
I feel the grief of the families torn apart by our own greed
We will rise up from the ashes, and put an end to this
They say the whole is greater than the sum of its parts

I have to believe we were meant for more

We will rise up from the ashes and put an end to this

How can we breathe when we're surrounded by chaos?
The more we lie to ourselves, the more we sacrifice to the will of the world
Have we not lost enough?