uPeriphery of a World Gone Cold/u

Every step we take leads us further down this road

And every mile that we walk leads us one step closer to death

Failure, the fear of it, becomes our goad

That which makes us fight when it would be easier to breathe our last breath

Unable to cope in today's society

The suicide rate amongst teens has skyrocketed

Pressure and stress coming from all around, no sobriety

Knowing they can't take it in, turning to drugs to forget all of it

The great tragedy of America, what we see as unavoidable

Caused by parents that don't pay enough attention

The teachers that see the bullies in the halls and do nothing, blame undeniable

All of it building inside to bring up the tension

Of what we can not deny

The painless art of suicide

Chorus

Destruction in our minds

The children of the world

Discipline goes away with time

Going down the toilet, swirled

How do we end this tragedy?

When everybody seems to disagree

And how will we turn the ash into gold?

The periphery of a world gone cold

End Chorus

Growing pain and heavy weight

Bearing down upon our minds

An institution of liquid fate

Destiny is flexible when we contemplate suicide

Why can't we all just get along

Why can't our troubles just disappear

This song becomes our worlds song

Because of the things that we fear

When did death become our enemy

When did this world become unforgiving

Destruction in our minds

The children of the world

Discipline goes away with time

Going down the toilet, swirled

How do we end this tragedy?

When everybody seems to disagree

And how will we turn the ash into gold?

The periphery of a world gone cold

The end of the world is drawing nearer

Caused by the fear, growing clearer

Do you want to live?

Or do you want to die?

Do you want to give?

Or do you wish you could fly?

Destruction in our minds

We are the children of the world

Our discipline goes away with time

Spiraling down the toilet of life, swirled

How do we stop this senseless tragedy?

When everybody just seems to want to disagree

And how will we turn the ashes into gold?

This is the periphery of our world gone cold

The end is near...