The Incoming Vehemence Lyrics

I guess our being here has come to an end.
Within this cathedral of doubt
Where the rattle of gears echoes,
Ready to reveal itself.
Fear is all over the place.

Do our lives really count ?
Will anything change when we switch off the last day?
Through the damp air, on the cold ground of our last home,
Questions come tumbling down.

Isn’t it our purest form of right to score our own end ?
To put an end to the slow agony of our sick race…
Of a sick race.

When the lapping of the blood showers
Tears at the serenity of dawn
When light becomes fire
We will claim back what has been given to us

Isn’t it our purest form of right to score our own end ?
To put an end to the slow agony of our sick race…
A huge set up failure.

It’s just a question of time
I can already hear them scream outside
As the bell anouncing the beginning of the countdown rings
Before the rising of the curtain.

We are digging our common grave.