Nausea

The door's about to slam
Clampdown on humankind
All hope does away
Under a stagnant mind
Echoes of the past
Torment us in our fear
As I watch the flames die out
No last options appear

Nausea (x4)

As darkness smothers all life
The question remains the same
For such suffering
What do the leaders gain?
A cold unfeeling world
Filled with need and greed
Too late to seek an answer
Too late to plant new seeds