Collapse in a heap of your rotting shame
Your earth will quake spitting fire from the ground
With this will come a new beginning (with the sun in your hands)
You chase gold with your silver hands, finding yourself defeated and defenseless.
This is a land of real night mares.
Drink in the darkest hour (It is the last time you will see.)
Pray for success, and open up your eyes.
You're far too drunk with vanity,
(Far too blind with pride.)
While you lay slain by curves and perfect skin, burning in fire.
Tear yourself away from the end of this before you become what you had never even wanted in the first place.
Running and sprinting forward running and sprinting forward against his will.
We are alive, we are active, we are aware.
(Aware of how you stand, watching judging, leaving the dead in your wake.)
The end is near and I can feel fire on my neck.
Tension is building in my nerves.
Cut their throats and run.
Welcome to the other side, where we are starving to die.
Fall with lust, all with nothing, call it us.
He'll be there to judge. And call this conflict.
Call it just, we are nothing, fall with us.
He'll be there to judge. Amongst this fire.
I can taste the sin freezing the air.
Aware of how you stand watching, judging, leaving the dead in your wake.