G. I. F. T. (God Isn't Fixing This) - Born A New

Death of a generation

A population of the mentally deceased

Family after family

Your ignorance, engraved on your tomb

Rest in peace, send your prayers.

Empty words carry the torch.

As the death

toll rises so do the prayers.

Too many go unanswered

What happens when the clock counts down?

Its do or die we’re not mean to survive

Open your eyes

All faith lost in all mankind

No faith, no sigh, no peace of mind

A cyclops mind is consuming our time

Humanity as lost its touch, we’re dead inside

Stuck inside a casket of hate

Life’s got no meaning, when you live to die

I’m dead, to the world above

Leave worthless, with no name

We’re sheep in line for a better life promised on the other side

What happens when the clock counts down?

Its do or die we’re not mean to survive

Open your eyes

All faith lost in all mankind

Family after family

Worthless scum tarnish our names

These dark times seem unbearable

We all live

In a world of black