Monday morning, a midwest gloom above
The word on the other end, the news's of death of hope
Life slain by love,
I don't think that we will live through this
Life slain by promise
One last message of the voice of him,the voice of hope
But there was no hope,
every second unfulfilled lifeless reality
For every weakened mind, for every broken heart,
his strength will remain for memories every fucking day
Every word you said came true,
with this knife to your throat
You got left in this hole, left alone to die
You foresaw the end
Is this what you want from us?
Is this what you wish from us?
You foresaw the end
You for took the end
Is this what you want from us?
Now we're going to give it to you