Summer is strange, not what it used to be
Sun's blinding me but it's still so cold in here
There's something in the air
Something, that I can't define
I can't turn it aside, no. Not this time
All I've done can't be forgiven
The selfish first born son, yes, that's who I am
I go on and on. I can't fill my greed
Destroy everything for a piece of nothing
Warning signals all around:
Prodigal son's been left behind
No one sees what's plain to see
We cause our own insanity
We made a warfield of our homes
Prodigal son's been left alone
How can you turn your face away?!
We dig our own graves everyday