Ruin

There's a moaning I hear when I try to sleep.

It's the sound of a drawn out tragedy

The result of centuries of neglect

With no attention paid to cause and effect

And the pain gets worse and the screams ensue

It's the world living with a parasite.

It's the world living with it's own infectious disease.



Ruin is what you wanted.

Ruin is what you get.

Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.



The infestation reaches far beyond it's means.

The sapping of the strength has muffled all the screams.

Self centered beings play out self centered lives.

Indifferent creatures living in indifferent times

And the blame is passed round when the death throws sound.

It's the world living with a parasite.

It's the world living with it's own infectious disease.



Ruin is what you wanted

Ruin is what you get.

Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.

Ruin is what you wanted.

Ruin is what you get.

Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.

Ruin, ruin, ruin, ruin