I used to be hopeful I used to be thrilled I used to be prouder of us, our work And the life that we built I thought we could make it That there's freedom within But now that I'm older and sadder and weaker I'm starting to think This is the way to hell This isn't paradise This is a cry for help A world running out of life This is the way to hell This isn't paradise I never set myself up for any fight Nor did ask to determine what's wrong or right How can it be that my brother and sisters die We were children and now we're taking lives This cradle is gone and it breaks My heart to see all this go to waste The trust that we built now turns into hate This is the way to hell This isn't paradise This is a cry for help A world running out of life This is the way to hell They soothed us with lullabies As they knew it all too well This isn't para-, this isn't para-, this isn't paradise This isn't paradise This is the way to hell This isn't paradise