The Second Coming
Portrayal Of Guilt
Birth, awakening A life spent suffering Silence is deafening The truth is killing me Your name I'm calling I must be dreaming The sky is falling Hope is dwindling Will we ever find peace? Don’t drag me along anymore The road is narrow This-bliss-Sun-sick-said mourning The moment while counting the dead I'm sick, sick, sick of it We fell off the ledge Heads blown apart, dropped like lead