Silence has become a child's game There is no solution to burn away this plague, oh No remedies have been discovered The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever Blunt instrument one can salvage Whomever finds themselves too proper Will be the first to perish And you know nothing that matters now We cannot restore (restore) We cannot recover (recover) All is lost in the flood of the risen dead We cannot restore (restore) We cannot recover (recover) All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful The incurable bring us our punishment Today's destruction can only be measured in In biblical, biblical proportion Let's go My will is at God's hand, never within man's teeth My will is at God's hand, never within man's teeth, yeah My will is at God's hand, never within man's teeth Always wanting more, never enough Until this day and age when there's nothing left Always wanting more, never enough Until this day and age when there's nothing left Always wanting more Never enough We cannot restore (restore) We cannot recover (recover) All is lost in the flood of the risen dead We cannot restore (restore) We cannot recover (recover) All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful We cannot restore (restore) We cannot recover (recover) All is lost in the flood of the risen dead We cannot restore We cannot recover All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful We cannot restore We cannot recover All is lost in the storm of the risen dead We cannot restore We cannot recover All is lost