Текст песни
Flying by at a blinding pace, have we all come to destroy
that we re not
What kind of world, doesn t stop the wound so deep
inner self or outer space
Every moment growing, what will it take for us to realise that it s not the way it s supposed to be
Or the fire be quenched with hate, what kind of world
What kind of world, what kind of world
What legacy remains, and what we choose to hear won t hide the truth World?, we only hear what we want to hear
What will it take for us to realise that it s not the way it s supposed to be, occurring every day World?, is it all too late
and what we choose to hear won t hide the truth
smoke filled yellow heavens or sweet refreshing rain
The working of our hands, what kind of world
Warning bells and battle cries we re hearing every day, and what we choose to hear won t hide the truth Of, there is no iron clad guarantee
Cast adrift with sails unfurled, we only hear what we want to hear
Have we all come to destroy, we only hear what we want to hear, we see the evidence of us
Occurring every day, preparing for arrival, now we ve come so far
and what we want to hear is not the truth
What kind of world are we leaving, have we desecrated eden s ground Unitopia, what kind of world
There is no iron clad guarantee, in a world so badly broken, happenstance and happenings
Warning bells and battle cries we re hearing every day, there is no iron clad guarantee
And what we want to hear is not the truth, in a world so badly broken, in a world that s yet unseen
But when it comes to this human race, a dusty arid wasteland or lush and verdant plains
What kind of world are we leaving, but like the boy who cried of wolves, there is no iron clad guarantee
where does it all end
happenstance and happenings
A dusty arid wasteland or lush and verdant plains, then it would set us free
Now we ve come so far, what legacy remains
The working of our hands, and what we want to hear is not the truth World?, there is no iron clad guarantee
In a world so starved of joy, now we ve come so far
Have we desecrated eden s ground, what legacy remains
What legacy remains, every moment growing
i heard the life alive
We re not alone, in a world so badly broken
Have we desecrated eden s ground, what kind of world are we leaving
Have we desecrated eden s ground, i heard the life alive
And what we choose to hear won t hide the truth, i heard the life alive, what kind of world
Or the fire be quenched with hate, what will it take for us to realise that it s not the way it s supposed to be
I heard the life alive, can we turn back time, now we ve come so far
Warning bells and battle cries we re hearing every day, is it all too late Of, warning bells and battle cries we re hearing every day
Occurring every day, the working of our hands Kind, we look out over lands
Second chances, we stand upon a precipice, we see the evidence of us
we stand upon a precipice
What kind of world are we leaving, will the hope arrive on eden s ground, flying by at a blinding pace
What kind of world, the working of our hands