Fire or ice, virtue or vice
it seems the world is ending twice
my hearts aching, buildings shaking
the last sunset is breathtaking
I cant breathe, just cannot believe
its the world that i will soon grieve
I cant fathom what can be done?
Save the world from the crashing sun?
Oh, dont listen to me, im just crazy
The world is as fine as it has to be
Still, the vulture sings, am i seeing things?
its just the blood red haze that absense brings
they wont go for the gore till im done for,
my hearts tore, i dont need it anymore
all that had mattered, my world is shattered
Is it still life if im beat and battered?
Dont know if im sworn to drown or burn,
But pains all the same when your world is torn...
