What's the world come to

What's the world come to, when everything's going the way of the gun.

What's the world come to, if life is a shadow of what has been done.

I want you to know; don't take it slow.

Just come un-done, and the sin will take hold.

I can't hold it back.

It's too much to ask.

You know the way, up to the task.

Please don't ever say...