Oh, face the fact

that precious time you can't turn back

all hope is lost

when all possessions turn to dust

Can we go on

with so much promise dead and gone?

Now it's time to try

and give our best before we die

Days are gone, the nights are long

Live a lie, pain the sky'

blood red


Pray for our sins

we'll hunt you down and sell your skins

kill without the need

Rip your heart out let it bleed

Occupy the land

mass produce, and milk the sand

God will crush the earth

and recognize you all from birth

Days are gone the Nights are long

Live a lie, Paint the Sky

blood red.