Ill Conceived

Hang on
You drag yourself along
And in the end
We'll see if you are strong
Wonder why
It's so hard to die
It hangs over you until the end, my friend
Cold black eye
No help from you
Life will say goodbye to you, you fool
Windshield's cracked
Forearm full of tracks
Stillborn in a crib
What are you gonna do?
Heart failure
Or missiles in flight
You're being murdered in broad daylight
Flatlined
Standing on a landmine
Toss and turn
Where the hell are we gonna burn
Ambulance lights
Tragedy in the night
Innocent child is drowned
What are we gonna do?
This is the end of it all (x3)
Is he laughing?
Is he having us on?
Is he laughing?
He gave us eyes, that just don't see
There's no such thing as you or me
Falling down the stairs
You'll never get off the ground
You never had a chance
What did you think you'd do?
This is the end of it all (x3)
Is he laughing?
Is he having us on?
I wonder who will answer from the shadows and the darkness when I'm screaming
A halo crash on broken wing, my liberation's spoiled so I keep dreaming
This is the end of it all (x5)
Is he laughing?
Is he having us on?
Is he laughing?