作词 : Alex Lapointe/Frédéric Ouellet/Michael Cyr-Landry/Steven Cloutier
作曲 : Alex Lapointe/Frédéric Ouellet/Michael Cyr-Landry/Steven Cloutier
Waters rise, curtains close, the end is near.
Watch it all disappear.
Weary heads, blackened eyes, blurry lines.
The air is thick with the fear that it all disappears.
Watch it all disappear.
The air is thick with the fear that the end is near.
Well-intended but it’s only skin deep.
We’ve made our filthy beds stained with regret and filled with dread.
I’m hearing voices inside my head.
When will this end?
When will this end?
What’s the purpose of fighting what we can’t defeat?
When every move we make brings us to our knees.
Wasted it all.
Separated from what we understand.
There is blood on our hands, we only wanted to make amends.
It’s too late to take it all back now.
Say goodbye, say goodbye to this beautiful world because it’s easier to give up than to give a shit.
Like a parade of poets marching to their graves, so it goes.
Is there anyone out there?
Give me something to save, there’s no hope.
The sun is setting on the age of man, we grow cold.
The deepest circle of Hell has a special place for our ghosts.
Like a parade of poets marching to their graves.
Is there anyone out there?
Give me something to save.
The sun is setting on the age of man.
There’s no hope.
The sun is setting on the age of man.
There’s no hope.
Breaking the fall.
Forever sinking into the sand.
There is blood on our hands, it’s too late to walk away.
It’s too late to take it all back.
Is it really too late to take it all back now?
It’s time for a change before it all goes black.