VI Order Out of Chaos

Something believes we are,
Nothing
We are someone.
We are all the world.
Every living cure
Could make a difference
But every little cure
A chance to buy the man.

They make them stand in line,
Depopulation, sworn to secrecy

Unveiled disorder
Lead the weak,
Disharmony amongst the sheep

They make them stand in line,
Depopulation,
The plan to end all life.

Something believes we are,
Nothing
We are someone.
We are all the world.

Every living cure
Could make a difference
But every little cure
A chance to buy the man.

We could never hide
The blinded difference.