I couldn't smile for ages, as the truth reveals
Minds that pioneered dreams, now rusted in reality
I still believe in dreams but my faith is obscured by doubts
I still believe I'll find a voice, to be heard when I'll be loud
I still believe I can make everything possible
But sometimes this crude reality ricochets otherwise.

If we don't stop now-
We are about to choke in our own fume of greed and sigh
We are about to drink our own poison and die,
A day not too far when sun will burn out, may no longer shine,
Ocean won't be blue, at the end of time.

And then if we pray to God, who'll want to be our God then?
Who'll take the responsibility of this mockery to mankind?

O dear God! You better kill me now,
Before I witness that worst of our lost mankind.