Humanity

What comes after life
Once everything is dead
When all the colors of this world
Finally go to bed....
We take it all for granted
Each and every time
We never see the price to pay
Once we deal the crime

Something in the words we say
Doesn't seem quite right
The end result we tend to take
Winds up in a fight

So one day we will parish
Or some day we will see
That those with blinding ignorance
Will never have the key.