As I wait for the Earth to stop turning
I forget all the things that I've done.
And soon, I find us all burning
In the hell that we can't overcome.
Oh, don't let go of my hand
And please don't close your eyes.
Because I just don't know how much more I can stand
Or how long we'll even survive.
If I ask for forgiveness too soon
I may be left without option...
So I just listen to the deafening tune
Of horrific screams and sadness.
Even if I close my eyes to the sound
And turn my back to the scene.
My weaknesses have me bound
And I too will eventually meet decay.
I feel as if I should murmur lies of hope
Or comfort the ones that rely upon me.
But the penalty for all the words I wrote
Is as heavy as a blade on my neck.
