This world is getting away from us;
The anchors have all been lifted up.
We're capsized; disinclined to get back what we have given up.
This is the weight of the world we carry,
These is the disease we know so well.
Our descent toward repentance;
We're singing sorrow's last verse.
I didn't know what we were capable of.
Another sign of the end-times; a reason to lose hope.
I didn't know what we were capable of.
Another sign of the end-times.
So this is how it ends?
When the hopeful turn to hopeless,
And forever is behind us,
I will know now who I am.
And I'll bleed until the night ends,
I'll bleed until the night ends.
Oh, I can hear the silence,
I can smell the world burn,
I taste the blood upon my tongue,
I see what we've become.

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