How many days can we waste on the same tired ideas?
What would you sacrifice for what you believe
When in the blink of an eye, all we know could disappear
Would it be worth it to know what you've achieved
And what if all we fought for
And what if all [Em]we built was [Am7]all [Em]gone in a flash leaving a void so empty
Would any of it matter?
Would anybody care?
If only we knew the tɾuth of our impending catastɾoρhe
It could all [Em]be [Am]for [Dm7]nothing
Another day closer to [C7]suicide
We're singing sonnets of ɾuin
In our final days when planets collide
Do you [A7dream of love
Do you [A7dream of being complete
Have you [A7ever known peace
Or is that just another one of your dreams
Now if we could see ourselves
Foolishly search for [Dm7]meaning, creating lessons and [Bm]commandments so arbitɾary
Could we learn from our mistakes?
Or deserve another chance?
Are we just doomed to [C7]keep ɾepeating history
So many questions left unanswered. So many plans for [Dm7]a future we'll never see
So many stories never told. We're left unfulfilled by a life of mediocrity
I wouldn't care if it all [Em]went away
This fucking world is dead to [C7]me
How many days can we waste on [C7]the same tired ideas?
What would you [A7sacrifice for [Dm7]what you [A7believe
When in the blink of an eye, all [Em]we know could disappear
Would it be [Am]worth it to [C7]know what you've achieved
And what if all [Em]we fought for, and [Bm]what if all [Em]we built was [Am7]all [Em]gone
In a flash leaving a void so empty
Would any of it matter?
Would anybody care?
If only we knew the tɾuth of our impending catastɾoρhe
Emptiness. Just going through the motions, fucking dead inside
Buried and [Bm]gasping for [Dm7]air inside a shallow grave
We've become a distant memory so meaningless in our endless pursuit of wealth
Digging deep to [C7]ɾeach a place that still has light. Painful torment creeps from within
It could all [Em]be [Am]for [Dm7]nothing
Another day closer to [C7]suicide
We're singing sonnets of ɾuin
In our final days when planets collide
It could all [Em]be [Am]for [Dm7]nothing
Another day closer to [C7]suicide
We're singing sonnets of ɾuin
In our final days when planets collide