Our identity, once so profound Now beyond recognition The beacon of the world Reduced to a faint pulse in the dark Our salvation would require a self-examination We can't give it up We're far too gone Our identity defined by what we buy Consumer culture We won't give it up Won't even try Our life's blood will run dry It is burning to the ground in frant of our very eyes And if you think the next empire will remember well of us Than you've got a more to learn If you thought it could never happen Just look around If you thought it could never happen Open your eyes Debtor empire We'll change nothing Forsake ourselves In our own blood