Before violence
Before there was silence
All I know is we deserve it all
One straight road
No going home
Scared of hell?
We laid the bricks for the road
Now all we think about is going home
Atonement comes, but we are still alone
Tranquil with a tranquilizer
I am not sure if we are coming home
Now our tears are the most apropos

Apologizing for the truth
Agonizing over what is real
Antagonizing all but the few

Averting from the truth
Seeing what suits you
How many more will be like you?
Slashing between the real
How can you hope for us to heal?
Full of the unreal
A metronome out of tune
Stepping into a trap you placed
This is the best of our love
Will it suit you?

Be temperate in time
Falls through fingers
Shatters like glass
The clock hands match
But we remain detached
Confusion rings out
Striking at midnight
Flourishing in daylight
I do not bear the truth
But it can be made with you

Misery follows misery
The pained inflict pain
Rememberance to semblance
By design?
What were the signs?
The messengers were silenced
By ignorance and violence
Amidst a flowerbed
Lies a wilting willow

Hundreds die
Thousands fall
Millions tremble
Hopelessness
Heartlessness
A heart without hope
Flowers covering chaos
Love, in a mist

Goods that we borrow
Life that we loan
Bought and sold
For love that never came home
I would see you in hell
But we made it our home