Silhouettes from the past echo along
They seem to follow in the night.
Caged inside, all fucked into acting right.
This is no cry of help.
This is no seeing the light.
This is the sound of reckoning.
He has come
In spite.
There is no saving us now
There is no saving us now
There is no saving us now
And the sky will crack apart
And the black with come falling through
And the oceans will bleed of hate
Reminding me of you.
And the animals will run.
And the green will splinter
Abandoning us in this new found winter.
The cracks will pour upon us,
Centuries of sin.
And all the dirty creatures
Will come tumbling in
The night enternal
All you left was this broken thought.
Now you leave me here
One thousand eternities.
To rule these sunken soles
In my kingdom
Of impurities.
