| we’re running out of time, |
| and we’re wasting our days. |
| this hand could last forever, |
| but i will not commence with my play. |
| it causes such pain. |
| just follow the blood trail. |
| we’re monsters on the inside, |
| the proof is in the good deeds we’ve failed. |
| maybe the world won’t crumble |
| and maybe we will not wain |
| but i won’t hold my breath |
| i won’t hold my breath. |
| a principle god is yet to reign (reign). |
| maybe the skies will cease to fall down. |
| or maybe there’s a haven elsewhere. |
| but i won’t hold my breath. |
| i won’t hold my breath. |
| our principle god is not there (there). |
| please forgive thee. |
| learn from history. |
| no good can come from this… |
| an outcome i cannot prevent. |
| falling fast into my deathbed. |
| bodies of wrongs we can’t amend. |
| a hoard of sins we can’t repent. |
| can’t disbelieve what i clearly see. |
| project the future before me. |
| i begin to question everything. |
| you brought us all to life. |
| why give us the chance to fly, |
| if you resort to clipping off our wings? |
| when you think of all we’ve lost, |
| and how little we’ve gained. |
| regardless of the downfall |
| at least i’ve found a friend in this pain. |
| you’re all that remains |
| my one familiar face. |
| i’ll take your hand once more |
| if you promise me a journey through time and space |