A quiet time of desperation
Where everyone's under suspicion
We live in fear of people we don't even know
Walking the streets alone
Keeping to ourselves

Living in secrecy
Paranoid that everyone we meet
Could be a wolf in sheep's clothing
Trust is a rare commodity in this futile age we've made
Filled with greed and manipulation

The news says we can't trust our neighbors
While our parents warn us about strangers
So we sit locked away like hermits in our homes
We've thrown away the key to humanity's last hope

Living in secrecy
Paranoid that everyone we meet
Could be a wolf in sheep's clothing
Trust is a rare commodity in this futile age we've made
Filled with greed and manipulation

Our lives are intertwined
In the web of life,
Yet we forsake our human connection
The cages we create
In this world of hate
Serve as our insulation
Against imaginary foes
And self-inflicted woes
No one wants to be a victim
These days to trust is to regret,
But did we all forget that our fate lies in our hands

Our fate lies in our hands