All the blood lying on the floor Sense the crowd expecting something more Opened up, proudly on display What we tried so hard to hide away
Blinding light illuminates the scene Trying to fill the spaces in between
Arms entwined in a final pose Narrative drawing to a close Still remain the things we couldn't kill In your eyes I can see it still
How we choose the framing of the scene Hate begins to spill across the screen Blinding light illuminates the scene Trying to fill the spaces in between
