We hold the knife that cuts this thread of life so short   Round up this precious little and kill it off for sport   We all want world peace but we all want our guns   Just in case of what we're not sure   But a simple lie or a twist of fate won't make us hesitate   We're the cause and effect   All we deny and forget   Won't disappear if we turn our eyes away   We're tempting fate to bring us closer to God   He turns away in shame   All these burdens born come crashing down   With no one left to blame   Losing grip with humanity   We look not upon our faults   We just laugh them off like some sort of joke   And exploit all we've lost   Our tragic downfall is yet to be revealed   But our tragic downfall is among us   Pointing fingers makes for a better time   Don't let that become us   Reap what we sow   Harvest hatred and woe