Arms Race Lyrics

There are they that would seek to stall progress 
Chose a moment in time, tinted perfect 

A static universe can be willed into being 
The method to the madness, like existence is clean 
That comfort in contentment is an illusion from which you’ll never be released 
Holding back the tide is a losing battle….with the fear of being left behind 

Factions at war as they ever were 
Seeking an edge for survival in a game 

Grounded in the ancient 

But we can never know as the curtain falls on the final act 
They reap what they sow, unspoken, arms race pact 

Equivalent to death by a thousand cuts 
Which was the wound which robbed us of humanity? 
While all around us dies 

A stark warning that the future built today is made by yesterday’s fools 
There should be no prescription to compound mistakes 
Toward the seeming insanity of an arms race 

As all around us died