Sixth Extinction

One hundred years of progress
One hundred years backwards
People pushing blindly
Pushing over all of us
Forever teen
They want us buried
Wanting our spirits dead
Wanting all hope lost
Wanting all of our dreams broken
Forever teen
The beat is being made
What is it we're marching towards
Why don't we rest our feet
Or look what lies below the cliff
Forever teen
When hope is being bought
So that our thoughts can be cued up
When our days become busted
While our hearts are getting built up