The wounds of war Have bled us dry A world in ruins A dead red sky Fighting to live Living to die The fracturing perception Of why we even try
The era of error (x2)
Gasping for air Battle to breathe Pull myself out of the wreckage Struggling to see Complacent with the fact Our future is null Complacent with the fact We're living somehow
The more I start to come alive The less it takes to realize Everything's collapsing where I stand (x2)
