Drowned And The Saved

Drowned And The Saved :
I yearn for what tomorrow brings, though it's clear that each day is getting worse.
For our histories will be composed by the ones who get there first.
And in the basement of a laboratory our downfall is fortold;
life is wasted on the living,
age is wasted on the old.

Oh, pestilence and plague may fill the space between us.
But still you must breathe in the air for one day they'll believe us.
Pestilence and plague may fill the space between us,
if technology permits i swear I'll come back and retrieve us.
They'll believe us.
When I come back and retrieve us.

I stand at the start of two possible parts,
connected and divided by a hinge.
This decision is so antortuous,
like a bullet shot from a syringe.
For what's the point in paradise if it leaves everyone I've ever known behind.
I know that some where, some time, some how everything alligns.

Oh, pestilence and plague may fill the space between us.
But still you must breathe in the air for one day they'll believe us.
Pestilence and plague may fill the space between us.
If technology permits I swear I'll come back and retrieve us.
They'll believe us.
When I come back and retrieve us.

Bring the rains down.
Watch your Kingdom drown.
Watch your King embarassing his crown again.

Oh, pestilence and plague may fill the space between us.
But still you must breathe in the air for one day they'll believe us.
The drowned and the saved is there all that much between us?
Everything transpires and in the end all our Gods leave us,
they'll believe us,
when i come back and retrieve us.