I rise from what was slumber, To a world much worse to fear
The digital ash is blasting back at me
My gun still waits impatient, with two shells to my name
An army is forming, the neighbors conforming
To spill blood in God’s name, to devise a strategy
To make medicated slaves in love with their own ways
And this will bring us doom, you’ve known this as a truth
It hurts but your too drunk to see these signals
Repeat, the end is never near, It’s just at its morning silence
Repent and I beg to those who never answer me…
Speak… Speak…
The sober silence of being the last of our kind
An insect smashed, the footprint of our time
Of. Our. Time
The sky’s imploding, my heart it rushes beauty
When it rains down the damned in ashes
And we are the damned, who wait to die from boredom
Bring on the fate of your dreams
Bring on the fate that shivers in its sleep
Feel the earth, its bloods been shed
It’s the oil that heaven sent to bring the end?
Our homes all crumble, our damns will burst with quickening speeds
I feel enlightened by my lack of responsibility
Repeat, the end is never near
It’s just at its morning silence
Repent and I beg to those who never answer me…
Speak… Speak…
When the last, Sun has set on all our guilty heads
We’ll burn for more than
More than drugging our youth, and giving tithes to
A frightening business with devils intentions