Текст песни Army of Kashyyyk - A World Shaped By Anthropologists And Priests

look around at what's become
look around. What have we done?

we've created something.
a modern life devoid.
a broken promiseland
a cultured lie, out of our hands.

we're still reaching for a life of isolated discontent
bound to the shackles of apathy and a brand of our choice to make us feel free
in all that we are, I know there's something real.
but it's so hard to believe in something
it's so hard to believe in this world when
every time I feel anything real
I'm consumed by insecurity
now that belief has abandoned everything
and in it's place left this cycle of fear
I can't hold on any longer. I've found faith in the end.

this is the end. the death of all nation in my mind
the birth of something more, the birth of a sacrifice.