Have no fear and open your eyes and observe the glowing room
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Through the blood that runs through your eyelids, I guess it¡¯s time to wake
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Moving hours with vacant hands just for the chance just to sleep again
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Drag my feet across the earth yeah I guess that nothings restored
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Make my through my designer home
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To the heart of my captivity
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Where I am both prisoner and warden
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All I need is the air inside my lungs, or a cigarette
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Life is blank without the flame.
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It¡¯s ok cause I am still within the womb
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Watching from the inside, the inside
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The great things wait just past the horizon
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They lose their glow when the lights hit their skin
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Outstretched hands I¡¯ll flee and to nothing I will open the door.
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The sun is dead, or maybe just fading out
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It hits my skin for the first time in days and days
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As I slip into the air I feel the warmest winter
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That I can remember
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Breathless is the empty world
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Aimlessly walking through a vacant city
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The architecture is all alone
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If this is the end I don¡¯t feel a damn thing
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My tired feet matter no more
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It seems the things I tend to believe always fall to my feet
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To dig my shallow graves
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You must have felt this, before you even woke up
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You should have known it years ago
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Do not be surprised my friend
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You make your own decisions
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You worked hard, you fought the good fight
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The taste of copper in a failed mouth full of broken teeth
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And the sounds of excuses
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I¡¯ll count my blessings on the fingers of the unbit hand
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Empty of reason, goodbyes on the tip of my tongue forever
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And so it goes
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I must have seen it, before I even woke up
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I should have known it years ago
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I will storm the gates of hell
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I will kill the queen of death herself
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Shadowless in the last direct light of the drowning sun.
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Sun Dies, Blood Moon
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Norma Jean Band |