The death of day is the womb of a cold night
Prepare your guns the dead are coming to town
Cling on to your guts,
Keep an eye on your back
Issues are all shut
And they’re crawling in like rats
What’s left of their brains
Will be melting down in flames
Prepare your guns the dead are coming to town
Cling on to your guts,
Keep an eye on your back
Issues are all shut
And they’re crawling in like rats
What’s left of their brains
Will be melting down in flames
Now that your mom was your brother’s very last meal
You feel the chaos of a life that seems so unreal
The city’s burning tonight
And you’re sitting on the ringside
Can you hear the crows, flying at the gates
The seven trumpets, ringing the very end
We were too proud to hear the signs
The coming of the fallen ones was heralded awhile back
What should be resting in peace
Decays now at our feet
And we’re too scared to run
And we’re too human to open fire
Prepare to soak up the entire pavement
I’ll blow your head up, whatever’s left of it
Come closer say hello to my new best friend
Look him down the barrel, don’t be afraid
I’ll keep just one bullet for myself
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