Wildlands

WILDLANDS

While I'm staring at this bottle full of Scotch,

can’t help but wonder how we got this far.

’Cause things outside are really getting out of hand,

and even if you close your eyes, believe me, we’re in hell.

And I keep thinking about old times, when everything was easier, even if it was not.

At least I have the chance to sit here and drink…

Hey, let's have a toast!

Don’t mind the crazy lines I say…

What would it take for all of us to realize the mess we’re in?

Instead of moving forward, we’re heading for the end.

There are the ones who claim that we’re the species in command.

The more they do, however, the more that we forget.

As we embrace the rules men have created,

we refuse to fight, agree to hide the truth. 

It is our fault.

Every step towards progress means decline now,

unless we make amends.

Denial of reality won’t save our lives

when final words are not for us to say.

Every step towards progress means decline;

denial of reality won’t save our lives.

As we embrace the rules men have created,

we refuse to fight, agree to hide the truth. 

It is our fault.