There is a taste in my mouth, of dust and blood
The moment I wake from nightmare's grave toll
Every moment I spend, every day I survive lost
There is now only my mind in apocalypse mode
No means of escape, I stood and faced the flood
Waters rushed but I never fell, wounds my cost
Now, a desert, the waters of life fled and I bled
Why bother to survive such an event, all alone
Because I know death isn't feared for kindness
And Heaven is a promise that I never deserved
Grace might be called cheating, especially if
You know all the evil that you've done
And I do
