the slow movement of ants on the street

America repents for the sins of its leaders

And the world spins on to a darker future

All life is burning in flames of regret

A mistake, once made, is hard to forget

Did you cry when the hero died in the end?

Well guess what, it will happen again and again

Life is final and death is forever

And you think, “well, at least we're all in this together”

But we go it alone in our worlds of self-loathing

Not knowing the thousands of truths we are killing

We go it alone in our world of self-loathing

Not knowing the thousands of truths we are killing

 

I see the heat seep from our concrete planet

It distorts the world so that I can understand it

For nothing is sacred and beauty is dead

Visions of valor are dying in my head

As I watch the slow movement of ants on the street

And wonder if they aren't a little like me

As I watch the slow movement of ants on the street

And wonder if they aren't a little like me