Apocalyptic blurring visions of life The sinking towers in the middle of the night The armies charge and the cannons fire It forever attacks us crushing hand like a plier Faceless a dream that never goes away The walls a prison but the stuctures in decay Try to stand but the currents pulling down The boot of progess as it stamps you to the ground Face the past Standing till the last The reasons never work And hit them were it hurts Right now we bleed Crushed into dirt You're slapped in the face but you can't understand The power here is the hand of man Survival is fleeting now your heads in a cage The words had a meaning but they're burning the page You can't recall what the world was like When the image is fading dirt will cover the site A sentinel will do the work The camera's watching as we're crushed into the dirt