why must we dwell on the past praying for the dead raising our flags half mast when the bombs drop on your head like rain how will you feel how will you explain profusion becomes the relish subsisting through the spellbound desecrated by this vile parish delirium composes no sound but how can i transcend through the gray when you bare no responce every time i pray the sunlight reflects off the shadows of the mornings devastation i can t feel your heart i can t drink your condensation where can i run where can i hide where can i bury this burden for the last time when the world dies who will be the last to stand will we crawl out of this abyss with each others blood on our hands are you my enemy or are you my brother we ve all been fucking raped one way or another