Текст Fit For An Autopsy – The Travelers

I saw the sun rise for the the last time
I watched it leave the Earth and leave us all behind
All the poor children
Will ever know

God’s special little creatures
Could they have saved us from your poorly plotted arrogance?

Now they inherit the land
The blackest of all plagues
No one will visit their graves
Not even dirt can be saved

Is it so foolish to think
That we don’t all sink to the same place?

And to the travelers I ask
Will you show me hell?

Have you met the devil?
I want to meet him, too
I want to ask him about God
Why he’s abandoned you
Why he’s left me alone
With nothing left to love
Why he’s taken the world from us
While he hides above
And travelers say:

Son
Are you so blind you cannot see?
What little from the world
can you offer me?
What’s even left to take?

And I see him now
As the sun sets for the last time
A reflection of my broken self
Burning the lake of fire
We all carry our demons
And we make this world our hell

This world is our hell
The dead weep for the world tonight