On Earth, the bright, small world. We cry of the news as the ship goes down. On Earth we weep for his end. The truth and the reason make no difference
sound; no one will hear a sound. No one can save us now. We have walked the trail of dead. We have washed our hands of this night. Cursing the lives
said. Without you my dreams are made in lies. We stand in the darkness waiting for an answer. Tied to this paper cross and you hear the sound of our
The chair by the window. The darkness bleeding moonlight. Dripping over her silhouette. She enters, walks slowly. The mark of everyone. Slips off
footsteps. Smart bombs are wrapped in sheets. As we are ruined in the wreckage and scattered in the streets. So open up our coffins and save us