before what we call the modern age
when the new world was still young and unscathed
and our ancestors still lived in caves
before we ravaged and made each other slaves

it was the closest we came to healing
before we even opened the wound
once upon a time we had feelings
since we carved up this place, we�re all equally doomed

and you ask me if i even care
truthfully, i don�t even dare
it just hurts too much
it just hurts too much
it just hurts too much...

these plains were fertile once
before we faced off here with guns
i used to lie in the fields just to feel the breeze
now i lie with your body, hoping to freeze
now i lie with your body, hoping to freeze

and you ask me if i even care
truthfully, i don�t even dare
it just hurts too much
it just hurts too much
it just hurts too much
i don�t even dare
it just hurts too much...

and i still scream out to no one �you were wrong!�
still playing the blame game long after the swan song

but nothing will bring you back
nothing comes close to forgiving me for this attack
the closest we can get
is to carve our own headstones so we never forget

we were the harbingers of our own demise
we willingly believed our own lies
and you ask me why i don�t care
ask me the right question, i dare you