words fly like bullets through the pouring rain
apathy diagnosed us in our dreams
headlights shine bright enough to blind our pain
when our blood runs cold, we'll have no arms

ghosts of dead animals silent our fears

when earth has run dry, we will drink our tears
loathe and behold, the snow will turn to ash

armageddon will lead us to the stars
swimming through razor blades to find the keys
love lost in lust will have our hearts lined with scars
armageddon will lead us to the stars

loathe... behold... the ghosts of everyone we know

ghosts of dead animals silent our fears

armageddon will lead us to the stars
swimming through razor blades to find the keys
love lost in her will have our hearts lined with scars
armageddon will lead us to the stars