Dying Breed - Daybreakers

They don’t seem so true

Just words on the paper

To make the whole world, bow before you

You’re only lying to yourself

Take a good look in the mirror

Can’t you see the fiction in your eyes

You’ve become what you once despised

The strong hearted

The true believers

Seem to be

A thing of the past

An ever slowly dying breed

We are only

Killing ourselves