The Last Mans Lullaby

[Intro] [Verse 1] The television glows, a steady, soothing drone, We have invented happiness, and settled for the loan. No great despairs to break the silence of the day, No hungry wolves left waiting, just the comforts they display. [Pre-Chorus] We found the warmth, we built the safety wall, We banished risk, we fear to watch the heroes fall. We ask no questions that disturb the quiet peace, We only ask for things that bring the heart release. [Chorus] THIS IS THE LULLABY, THE SLEEPWALK SYMPHONY! The quiet ending of what we were meant to be. We cannot scorn ourselves, we've lost the will to try, We found our bliss in the shallowness of 'Why?' The Last Man is awake, but his spirit is in chains, He has his little pleasures, and he never complains! [Verse 2] We cherish health and money, we find a common spot, We say the truth is easy, what is difficult is rot. A measured pleasure taken twice a day, A little p****n to keep the mind at bay. We look around the world and simply blink and smile, The f***t is over now, it wasn't worth the while. [Pre-Chorus] You preach the passion, but we just adjust the dials, You crave the summit, but we settle for the aisles. Oh, the structures promise a life without a stain, We traded all our thunder for a drizzle of the rain. [Chorus] THIS IS THE LULLABY, THE SLEEPWALK SYMPHONY! The quiet ending of what we were meant to be. We cannot scorn ourselves, we've lost the will to try, We found our bliss in the shallowness of 'Why?' The Last Man is awake, but his spirit is in chains, He has his little pleasures, and he never complains! [Bridge] The lightning strikes the mountain where no one dares to tread. We watch it on the screen, safe in our little bed. The fire of creation? We put it in a glass. The will to overcome? A fleeting thing that passed. We are the ones who make all things contemptible and small, The only sin remaining is to risk and rise and fall. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] THIS IS THE LULLABY, THE SLEEPWALK SYMPHONY! The quiet ending of what we were meant to be. We cannot scorn ourselves, we've lost the will to try, We found our bliss in the shallowness of 'Why?' The Last Man is awake, but his spirit is in chains, He has his little pleasures, and he never complains! [Outro] We never complain... We just live and die... The shallowest bliss... (Fade into silence)