Can it be that we are already dead? No more chances to break, no more harsh risks to take. So give your life, among the brokenness. The only thing you’ll lose is this earthly desire.
For all time, there have been the shadows, Waking the silence in all. Darkening our paths, ravishing our souls, They show no mercy to our eternity.
There mercy is reserved for none. But there hatred for all
As we are the lambs, they are the wolves. Tearing the meat from our bones. They watch as we fall, and laugh at our pain. Licking their lips, they all surround us.
We are now watching ourselves be devoured. You, my friend, have just seen a slaughter of a soul. Can it be just as it’s described? ‘Cause I’m curious to see how we’re so easily deceived.
They have come to wake our silence, They have come to claim their dead. Can someone hear our screams caught within this bloody meadow? All strengths of our manhood, lost within this final moment. Is this all a dream? Is this really happening?
Can it be that we are already dead? No more chances to break, no more harsh risks to take.