In a dying world its feast or famine, breathe deep and take your pick

Dont act like theres an option, youll be the one who fades quick

Watch the sky swallow the sun one more time and take in the nights empty serenity

No plan of action, no grand schemes

No sanctuary, no hope for change

Having tasted a better life puts me...

At the bottom for so long, gazing at the opening above me

I see a hope for change, I see a hope for more

Just sacrifice for survival

Life is what you make it

What you make it

No holding back

Today I feast on this spoiled world as the rest famine

As the rest famine below me, as the rest famine