A Dead World At Sunrise

Now that we’ve reached the end, and I’m the only one surviving
I’m just waiting for the morning light to touch my skin, warm my heart
But I see a dead world at sunrise, a dead world at sunrise
And nothing can reverse the state
Who now will pray and save my soul when hell ascends and calls my name?
I’m alone, so forth and so on
Their faces left, I’m longing for death, I’m in torture, torture…
It’s all that’s left of my memories
The cold hard truth, bitter and sweet
Though I can’t touch them, see them
They are there, silent…
They listen, silent though they listen. x2
But I see a dead world at sunrise, a dead world at sunrise
And nothing can reverse the state
We are still one
Oh yes, I’m back
I’m left missing pieces of myself, of myself
Missing pieces of myself, of myself, of myself. x2
(…Then I looked, and I heard a messenger flying in midheaven, shouting aloud,
«Woe, woe, woe to those who dwell upon the earth, because of the voices of
those who are yet to sound!»)