| WHAT IS THERE LEFT TO BE SAVED |
| yea give me a reason i beg for a reason give me a reason for this disease of god fraud consuming hate What's left to save? a toxic concrete wasteland it's only us to blame victims of our own hand so look around tell me what you see a world poisoned by progress a world on it's knees What is there left to be saved? yea give me a reason i beg for a reason give me a reason for this disease of god consumed in flames all hope of finding a reason never ending pain can't you open your eyes and see that we're only killing ourselves because we refuse to see now we rot in this hell victims of our own apathy What is there left to be saved? get up and take arms its your world you're fighting for oppress and pollute i will stand for it no more i will not watch my world die or waste another day can't take back what we've done for there's nothing. . . . nothing is left to be saved |
| lyrics by Mark Scoville |