From The Wilderness

There is no end game, so whisper the truth and pass on the blame Just put us out of our misery This defeat is a victory We're burning out, we're fading away A failed evolution Is the problem the solution that they've been searching for? We're waiting for the world to save itself 'Cause nothing is built to last We're writing our epitaph So reset and start again 'Cause we all know how this ends Before long we'll be dead and gone A thorn in the side of the earth Where do you draw the line? A flaw in the design The rest is history This defeat is a victory We're burning out, we're fading away We're all guilty as sin I feel it, I feel it under my skin Always up in arms, without lifting a finger Lifting a finger We may be infinite, but this world is not Something that we once knew, that we long forgot We're waiting for the world to save itself 'Cause nothing is built to last We're writing our epitaph So reset and start again 'Cause we all know how this ends Before long we'll be dead and gone We're all guilty as sin I feel it, I feel it under my skin Always up in arms, without lifting a finger Lifting a finger We may be infinite, but this world is not Something that we once knew, that we long forgot --- From The Wilderness - Architects