We live a life so loud are deafened by the sound
Garden of Greed we bleed and siphon from the ground
Listen to everything but never do we hear
The voice of reason as it screams into our ears
Some evening when the sun don't set
Make a vow that you won't forget to own your own
And should you shut your eyes
Every morning that the sun don't rise
Let the life come descend from the skies
And tend to the casualties here
First to follow the scent of carcasses uneaten
Your angel wings are things that never have been beaten
So welcome to the bifurcation of the species
Magnification of what every sane person can see
Some evening when the sun don't set
Make a vow that you won't forget to own your own
Down the center of the aisle
Any morning that the sun don't rise
See the life come up from the skies
Every leader, bottom feeder, and the rank and file
Some evening when the sun don't set
Make a vow that you won't forget to own your own
And should you shut your eyes
Every morning that the sun don't rise
Something else comes from some other time
To repair all the damage we've done to our home
And then finally find we're not alone
And the truth is we've never been all alone
