Testo: Mouthpiece. Face Tomorrow. Cinder.

Where are we going?
What have we done?
Everything we've learned, it's all just been ignored.
We turned it all to cinder, we turned it all to rust.
We're standing in these ruins, and it's all because of us.
We load the gun and we pull the trigger,
Looking into tomorrow, we'll all have turned to dust.
Lost, lost, lost in our own heads.
Lost, lost, lost to ourselves