when you said you'd love me i thought you were a romantic not a prophet of doom but after our souls got to know each other the eschaton couldn't come too soon now the universe is collapsing in on itself our surviving grandparents are all in poor health children are dying and when they go they leave behind the most terrible silver ghosts that shine and shine the sun is weeping as it murders the innocent their angels rain down on us as we cry and repent the smart ones have hung themselves from trees beneath these red skies at night, the moon's reflected so clearly in their bulging eyes every morning we wake up cursing our own blood in our veins for the air that it carries, and the life it sustains the road that we're travellin's getting thinner and thinner and christ ain't coming back to save one single sinner we don't think for a second that we might be blessed there's nothing warm in our eyes nothing warm in our chests our faces look/our hearts feel weary as all of the rest our final words will not be heard
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