We believe but we are deceased
Or soon to be.
I act surprised
You´ve seen the seas,
It´s just enough to feed the trees.

We believe but we are not free,
This wasteland is our prison.
I act surprised?
I see the bones through your skin,
This radiation from within.

I grant you this torn land,
I´d rather not live here anymore.
Don´t say I didn´t try,
But I´d rather not live here anymore.

We believe but we don´t see
The coming of the storm.
Why act surprised?
There are warnings from time to time,
Signs of our own decline.

We are the scavengers,
We plunder and rape,
We´re the guests here, the new breed,
But act like it´s ours to take.

I grant you this torn land,
I´d rather not live here anymore.
Don´t say I didn´t try,
But I´d rather not live here anymore.

We believe but we don´t see.

I grant you this torn land,
I´d rather not live here anymore.
Don´t say I didn´t try,
But I´d rather not live here anymore.

I grant you this torn land,
I´d rather not,
Don´t say I didn´t try,
But I´d rather not live here anymore.