musicjunkie1310
September 14th, 2013, 02:20 AM
A sound, a word
A whisper unheard
Are they deaf or am I not heard?
They fly away like free birds
Or is it that they
Can't hear what I say
Cause their demons within
Cause a racket everyday
And I'm not the only one
Feeling this way
Is it good, is it bad?
Is it happy, is it sad?
For we're all doomed
And I know that soon
The apocalypse shall dawn
On our terrible souls
We're the end's pawns
Like slaves we will
Follow destruction's drill
And our hearts will fill
With misery and sorrow
We will face tomorrow
With reluctance and dread
In this path that we head.
A whisper unheard
Are they deaf or am I not heard?
They fly away like free birds
Or is it that they
Can't hear what I say
Cause their demons within
Cause a racket everyday
And I'm not the only one
Feeling this way
Is it good, is it bad?
Is it happy, is it sad?
For we're all doomed
And I know that soon
The apocalypse shall dawn
On our terrible souls
We're the end's pawns
Like slaves we will
Follow destruction's drill
And our hearts will fill
With misery and sorrow
We will face tomorrow
With reluctance and dread
In this path that we head.