I'm back on my feet
And inevitably I'm comatose.
With seconds to go,
The ending we know
Comes painfully premature.

Like the body of an unborn child.
Like an autopsy, signed and filed.
Like a fresh lick of scarlet on a curb.
About time we came to terms,
About time we lived and learned.

Compassion i plead,
A vision of freedom is my last sight,
With seconds to go,
The ending we know
Comes painfully true.

I'm hanging on a thread,
But am i by the neck?

Desperate,
Grappling,

Bereaving for me,
My hemorrhage paints this wreck,
I'm floating in a storm,
To the incommunicable.

Peaceful,
Absolution,
Devout and staunch,
My hemorrhage paints this wreck.

It's war below.
We failed below.
They rape below.
& only death can save us.

It's war below.
(A time will come to reclaim and salvage our dwellings)
We failed below.
(And the said time is nigh)
They rape below.
(Watch as fields and trees become heights of ruin)
And only death can save us.
(Green spoilt red)


Lyrics submitted by NickoliSausages

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