Chidren sitting by the fireplace for my
Boys Are Still Young
Watching them, then from a distance I hear the
Noise Of Real Guns
We have a
Choice To Still Run-
but we find more closure trying to hide to
Avoid The Teal Sun
The front door is opening i yell
Loydd And Will Run
My direction is where they
Point The Steel Ton-
I gallop through the room trying to
Join The Children
When all and all the
Point Just Feels Dumb-
I awake in a dark chamber with
Poison Filled Lungs
Closer to death i think where did they get the
Joy In Kill From
Poison seeping deeper turning
Joints To Chilled Numb
I slowly fade away untuil my
Voice Of Will's Done