The Final Wake

 It’s a party of sorts to celebrate death
The table is set for the few that are left
All are welcome, without exception
No longer believing the mass deception
That salvation was available to anyone
Provided by the death of god's only son
In the end, it was all just a mirrors and smoke
Simple lies made up to scare simple folk
No one was coming to save us
No one left trying to enslave us
A passive acceptance is all that we've got
Regrets and what ifs' is finally our lot
We just lost the plot, lost our last nerve
And what we've got left is what we deserve
There’s no final solution, no final plan
So I welcome you all to the wake of man

A party of sorts, with no real surprise
A celebration of mankind’s final demise
Everyone’s equal now, the rich and the poor
We concocted this virus without any cure
No one is immune, no one will be spared
The damage we've done cannot be repaired
No more riots or panic or heartfelt laments
Now passive acceptance is all that makes sense
So fill up your glasses, no need for a toast
Mankind as a species will soon be a ghost
At last we will be extinct and withdrawn
The planet will heal itself after we've gone
Its future scenario is one of best case
The world will be a much better place
You know that’s the truth, though it’s hard to admit it
It will be a much better place without us in it