are we of god or nature?

are we masters of the planet or a passing phase?

is man's end a destination

or a possibility, a wrong turn in a maze?

will we ever "better" ourselves

to the very brink of our own annihilation?

will our tunnel vision ever

blur enough to force us to break our concentration?

will we break free of our nature

or will we find our damnation waiting in its jaws?

will we face armageddon

or go peacefully, having corrected our flaws?

and where do we go when we've failed?

when we make rubble of our once mighty empire?

is it silent in the grave

or will we be received by god's light and the devil's fire?

how'd it begin? how will it end?

and will we ever piece together the in between?

by the time we do, will we

have too much blood on our hands for us to wash them clean?

our ship may be afloat but what fills our sails?

was mankind's journey, from the start, doomed to fail?

i think it was

i think it is

but our ipods shield us

from how doomed it really is...