some things i have to do, but i don't mean you harm.
a worried parent's glance, a kiss, a last goodbye,
hands him the bag she packed, the tears she tries to hide,
a cruel wind that bows down to our lunacy,
and leaves him standing cold here in this colony.
i wish the words poured
as freely as blood
i wish the stars never stared me down
or i would never of made a sound
visions of armageddon haunts me
and the booming sounds of trumpets
going off in the distance
keeps me on my toes
i kept my promise just for you
the ceiling fell in during the end
bodies lay lifeless
and blood pours from the faucets
while beasts of the underground
wreak upon us
and everything we love
i had an epiphany one day
i realized i'll never grow old
i've suffered too long
but with your hand in mine
i think i'll be fine
