• I look at you; You're looking at me.
    Our thoughts focused upon our very destiny.
    I can't breathe, and My heartbeat is slowing down.
    But I know, that soon we both will fall, Onto hell's deep ground.
    I begin to catch my breathe, as we look up at the black sky.
    Now, all that's left for us to do, is walk away; and hope not to die.
    This apocalypse that has become of us, is never ending.
    Oh brother, Won't you take my hand? Fore the devils before us are condescending.
    I keep having these dreams, that Mom and Dad will be back soon.
    But I know that they can't come back; So let there come a new moon.
    All for fresh things; in which we can start anew.
    I want to live a life, before we both die just as me and you.
    As we walk through the valley. Do we need our savior?
    Do we need our Jesus?
    Do we need a God?
    Do we need our weapons?
    So, As the sky goes black, Let us circle around the ones that we once...called lovers and friends. Until they betray us in the very end.... ; End.