Crimson silence hits this place
Everything so suddenly quiet
We truly are the gods
The gods of moments
They refuse to die
The seconds that pass
We swim
In an ocean of questions
Can't seem to find the true one
Can't seem to stop this madness
Now everything was
Yet nothing is
An instant massacre
Still no one mourns
We die a thousand times
A blank page in a horror book
The memories we mourn the most
Even those yet to come
In the midst the chaotic storm
We beg for control
Sometimes he hears
Sometimes not...
The god of gods