In the ground I’ve set my soul to lay Would you look at the mess that we made? I’m not pretending that I’m better than insane Blood doesn’t flow from the great divine If I cut you, will it turn to wine? Or are you a ghost hiding Behind a man’s eyes? And here we are again Two corpses in the light The barrel of a gun Feels merciful tonight I’m awake To see which shell will forsake The clouds are turning gray The blade is sinking in Standing in the rain Blood washing off your skin So who will it be? Which corpse gets buried At midnight? I have died but have not lived again Trapped in an impasse where time is dead There’s a stirring in my blood That’s pushing me ahead There’s a gun in the messiah’s hand His eradicating, hallowed plan In this toxic world You fight for your last stand And here we are again Two corpses in the light The barrel of a gun Feels merciful tonight I’m awake To see which shell will forsake The clouds are turning gray The blade is sinking in Standing in the rain Blood washing off your skin So who will it be? Which corpse gets buried At midnight? The colors have faded to gray I wake up cleansed of yesterday At midnight, only hands decide At midnight one of us will die In the ground I’ve set my soul to lay Would you look at the mess that we made? I think that we are both a little bit insane And here we are again Two corpses in the light The barrel of a gun Feels merciful tonight I’m awake To see which shell will forsake The clouds are turning gray The blade is sinking in Standing in the rain Blood washing off your skin So who will it be? Which corpse gets buried At midnight?