The Final Product

The media loves the latest tragic suicide 

They exploit it, then package it and profit from the people who die 

Look at the world, look at the hell, look at the hate that we’ve made 

Look at the final product, a world in slow decay 

I’m told that all your seeds are black 

I’ve learned the question is unanswered and opaque 



We’re witnessing a famine of the innocent 

Did they die for religion or the government? 

Because if your god won’t do, their god will starve you 

Look at the world, look at the hell, look at the hate that we’ve made 

Look at the final product, a world in slow decay 

I’m told that all your seeds are black 

I’ve learned the question is unanswered and opaque 



There are those that believe the world is ending again 

That impending armageddon is enevitable and waiting 



The last survivor barely breathing 

Should I run or will I fall? How have I survived at all? 



I’m told that all your seas are black 

I’ve learned the question is unanswered and opaque 



We live in a time of revolution 

We swim the silent seas of sanity gone