Texty: Thrown Into Chaos. We Are A Dying Breed. Our Dawning.

When you wake up, you will realize the trauma you have sercome
Open your eyes, wider and wider, only to realize, what we have made of this world will be the end of us
It's too late to save ourselves; we will choke on our own filth
You have extinguished the key to our existence. All hope for a peaceful end is gone
It's too late to save ourselves
There is no formula; there are no more solutions, wake up, wake up...

(Thanks to Jake for these lyrics)