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