Beacon - Burnt By The Sun

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