We killed our own people
We killed people
We killed
Killed with ignorance, which isn't bliss
It makes us murderers
And it seems we are instinctively bound
To keep this horrible truth from ourselves
Because no single human can truly understand or bear
The weight of all that guilt
Guilt, breeds shame, breeds repression then slowly dies
I see it all as one divine being, and look it dead in the eyes
Who are we to hear this, we who are safe, we who have
Fostered complacency behind miles of concrete and bulletproof glass
We try to be happy, to be here and celebrate our survival
But for what reason did we remain
We lost fathers, we lost sons, we lost mothers, daughters
Friends and peers, but, more importantly
We have lost our common soul and I have lost my faith
We build ladders in the rising seas to outrun the cause
Big enough for one, while the ones who didn't build, drowned
We took water to put out the blazes that burned our homes
Our belongings and the lung of the earth from the ones dying of thirst
The ground shook and split beneath us and we all scattered
Still we never came together to close the open wound
We heard the death rattle of all living things and believed
That if we refuse to hear it, it's not making a sound
We invented the Devils below and continued to dig
For the same filthy gold that melted away with everything else
I told you that I lost my faith, but remain believing one thing
Life can be both painful and wonderful
But the only certainty is that we will die someday
This may seem morbid, but I believe it is a privilege
To await one's death honourably over a long and complex life
Instead of being killed
A killing requires a killer, and I do not only believe
That everyone of us is capable of it
I do further believe that we are all guilty
We killed our own people
We killed people
We killed with ignorance and we killed with greed and hesitation
I see it now
And therefore there is nothing left to say but farewell