Obscurity of chance

you're one of a kind/ just so hard to find/ lost in the abyss of our mind/ still struggling to keep in line/ while the world goes down/ we watch it burn to the ground/ the screams are so loud/ that no one is saying a sound/ but at this point in life/ no matter the trouble or strife/ or the attraction to the knife/ we'll always escape the reapers scythe.