As I am crawling through debris of the failure that is my life
My black blood pours out, wine of no fine vintage, I will die
I've never felt scorn in such great detail before, but in time...
Staring out onto decay, fallen walls of a civilization, silence
Nothing now left but quiet as the living are dead in strife
Some see a choice of resignation in life's end as surrender
I see it as being aware and in preparing, for the next shock
For there's far more to fear, enduring a fire beyond embers
As last calls of church bells call, requiem for our species
Wherever oblivion beckons, the gray lands are a disease
My blood ebbs, flesh broken, now is the time for sleep
My black blood pours out, wine of no fine vintage, I will die
I've never felt scorn in such great detail before, but in time...
Staring out onto decay, fallen walls of a civilization, silence
Nothing now left but quiet as the living are dead in strife
Some see a choice of resignation in life's end as surrender
I see it as being aware and in preparing, for the next shock
For there's far more to fear, enduring a fire beyond embers
As last calls of church bells call, requiem for our species
Wherever oblivion beckons, the gray lands are a disease
My blood ebbs, flesh broken, now is the time for sleep
