Wise men's predictions
There would be another end
Rising water, lowering ground
Their warnings weren't heard

Space running out while
We had forgotten to breathe
Our lies piling up
Creating the mound of mankind

Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale

Everyone saw the sea getting closer
Water tempting kept us walking towards


God's sons of innocence
Look after your pledges
Your footsteps vanishing
On this shore of destruction

Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale

Beneath a layer of destitution
Nothing good will a man find
We have buried our purposes
Into the pile beside the water