Wait until the violence beneath comes forth.
Will anyone still blindly grasp for love?
Pointing fingers towards the fire.
Will anyone still blindly grasp for life?
What has begun will never be destroyed.
We will fall from light and thought.
Burn.
The wind is thick with fear.
Will anyone... gasp for breath?
When it begins it will bleed through me,
Raising the flag of our return to ash.
Your rage has exposed your weakness.
Now is the time to be aware.
We will all burn.
Swelling to something foreign, something dark.
The sun lights the way to our demise.
I open my arms to it.
I open my eyes.

Buried hopes one day will rise,
Remind our hearts of what could've been.
The sun will rise again.
The sun goes down as days do pass,
I won't forget.
A new day will come.
You will be broken.
And victims, they may die along the path.
A necessary cost.
And the losses we all must face,
Make us stronger in the end.
I will slip the blade deep into your back.
Like you did to me a thousand times before.
You will fall.
We will struggle as I have before,
Still attempting to love you like a brother.
When the vile stench of your blood fades away,
This will be my day.

When will the pieces align to restore our sight?
Memories can't fill this void.
Forever winding on.
When will the pieces align to restore our sight?
Breath life and revive.
All efforts will burn as an offering.
Wicked eyes fall shut as hope is shattered.
Weary limbs grow numb when vision is shadowed.
We've come to carry the forgotten
Back into the light.