We've climbed the highest mountain Soared high above the clouds Such great heights have Made us sober And we refuse to think about looking down But the air is thinning And I'm beginning to believe Delusions are replacing memories It's true what they say Nothing gold can stay As bright as yesterdays So we polish it up We'll shake off the rust No time to fix things We just cover up We couldn't be bothered We'll sweep under the rug Temporary solution for a finite living situation We're on our way out But was there ever any doubt We've got a hundred years Let's go out with a shout Save some light Take it through to the other side Save some light Take it through Take it through Take it through Temporary solution for a finite living situation We're on our way out But was there ever any doubt We've got a hundred years Let's go out with a shout With a shout A generation without an identity Is beginning to look back To a time that might have been better A simpler time Little White lies Where ignorance is bliss And unknown truth still exists And it's up to you If you even want to find it If you even If you even want to find it If you even If you even want to find it It's all black