Throw myself into the swarm just to take revenge on the severed survivors
I close my eyes and hope that somehow it is dead
the hopeless, the wounded, the survivors take their toll [bad word] fast through the wake
remaining glimpses of what could have been
but I still break when the [bad word] hits the light of day

the sirens are screaming for my blood

it's all up to you
as I walk into the edge
why are you sorry for this world?
why can't you get it right?
and I know [bad word] out of hope...

waiting for the red, I strike out at you
don't walk away, don't fade from my life, because I need the embrace
we're [bad word] out of time
if I burnt out my eyes, would I then see regret?

cut down the other side of my apology
this audience is not how it seems
no rain falling, the clouds move aside
and I wonder how I have never noticed this light upon my face