Atomic Cries
false prophecies
I submerge myself in disease
Do you like to make believe?
A blade, stuck in my back
How long until your soul cracks?
So whatever games youâve played
Have all gone and washed away
It feels like you think Iâll stay
You donât hear a word I say
What have we become?
Years of progress so quickly undone
The arrogance of thinking that youâve won
(The arrogance, you think youâve won)
I submerge myself in disease
Do you like to make believe?
Itâs time to wipe this place clean
Itâs time we address the unseen
Purging to clean
Address the unseen
Eternal silence slips through our grasp
To think we had the nerve to think that this would last
And now we make believe
Itâs time we wipe this place clean