Threshold

There's a fire by the wayside
And it burns so bright
As the smoke rolls over us
We think that we're bathing in light
As we tend to our gardens
The world is growing wild
But we live in our tiny heads
And can't see past our own tiny minds
As we turn away from heaven's bright sun
To earth's dark star
We're powerless we're paranoid
We'll never know what we destroyed
We're arrogant so ignorant
We're falling falling away
So we stop by the wayside
And we think we're smart
We vote for the pretty ones