The Second Coming - Portrayal of Guilt

Birth, awakening

A life spent suffering

Silence is deafening

The truth is killing me

Your name I’m calling

I must be dreaming

The sky is falling

Hope is dwindling

Will we ever find peace?

Don’t drag me along anymore

The road is narrow

This-bliss-sun-sick-said mourning

The moment while counting the dead

I’m sick, sick, sick of it

We fell off the ledge

Heads blown apart, dropped like lead