The gates down the oceans flooded,
The killing floor calls our names
We find betrayal in everything
One by one
Come fourth the paper hearted,
Come fourth the unforgiving,
Nobody wants to be seen
Nobody wants to be heard
One by one we're alright
We're well dressed abandonment
A soldier lays himself to sleep tonite,
I'm going back on words
A painted black sky rides the ocean waves
I'm going back
I'm going back tonite
The rushing tide will rise up and wash us away
We all live, we all breathe we all die
He's got a gun!
Six empty chambers
And I am all that is missing
The gunman he had a name