Lost Continent — Thrice

Was there a time that we knew peace; when all the children had a place to sleep; when rhetoric was not enough?

Was there a time we weren't at war; when we knew what our hearts and hands were for? I don't believe there ever was.

It's always been a lie, a soothing lullaby; we'll soon be swallowed by the sea.

Was there a time we looked around, and do we really even want to know what's going down? Well I think no one really does.

We'd rather close our eyes; sing soothing lullabies.

It's always been a lie, a soothing lullaby; we'll soon be swallowed by the sea.

The water's rising now; and we will surely drown, if we don't turn around.