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