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I see the writing on the wall
It's getting harder to ignore
I see the sky is falling
The other side is calling

Bring me your tired and your poor
I'll be the demon you adore
I feel the world still turning

You left me stranded here, abandoned and alone.
With silly memories of things I’ve never known.
So when the mystery is starting to grow old,
another dream goes by, like ashes out of gold.

Hail Mary. Hail Mary.
Hail Mary won’t you take my hand.
Hail Mary.

The never enough comes way too soon
Good times always running out of time
The puzzle’s disolving piece by piece
And there is no figuring it out

If there’s a single thing that I have not forsaken
Might be the only thing that I’ve come to regret
And deep inside my heart, I know I’m not mistaken

You want to do it like they do it on TV
You'd be important if you were famous, oh, please

Try a little more, then try a little harder
Trying not to think is harder than you think

So just leave the motor running
Throw away the fucking key

It's too late for suicide, we've been dead for quite a while
We don't look for cover when the bombers come in low
We don't turn the other cheek, we're too brave to think we're free
It's too late to let it go, we've been dead for quite a while

Dance for me, strip away the pain
You know the world is ending here tonight
So dance for me, strip away the pain

The conflict must start right now 'cuz we're only wasting time
There's only one way to go from here, step straight across the line

I am the triumph of the will. I am the blood bound to spill
And every time I close my eyes, The monster come alive.
I am the thrill. I am the kill. The triumph of the will.

The storm isn't over yet and the war has just begun

[Verse 1]
There's nothing new under the gun
Your kingdom come. your will be done
I've seen diamonds and I've seen rust
I've seen between the lines of faith and trust

[Chorus]
There's no monsters under the bed

Trapped beneath the noise, stuck in undertow
I know it's the end of the road
Still the gospel rage and the cold blood flow
I know
What you see is what you get
Nothing more and nothing less
What you see is what you get
No excuses, no regrets