Our identity, once so profound
Now beyond recognition
The beacon of the world
Reduced to a faint pulse in the dark
Our salvation would require a self-examination

We can't give it up
We're far too gone
Our identity defined by what we buy
Consumer culture
We won't give it up
Won't even try
Our life's blood will run dry

It is burning to the ground in frant of our very eyes
And if you think the next empire will remember well of us
Than you've got a more to learn

If you thought it could never happen
Just look around
If you thought it could never happen
Open your eyes

Debtor empire
We'll change nothing
Forsake ourselves

In our own blood