You better not falter
You better not bend
We're coming for answers
With blood on our hands
For better or worse
All things must change
And if things can't be altered
All things must end
Ropes on gallows
Just like flowers
Unintended
Perfect scene
Screams of protest
Roaring anger
Fists and pitchforks
This is our last march
Through warfields a bird passing by
Silence, asking why
And how did we end here
After all we've tried
I feel like I'm losing
A war that isn't mine
I'm fighting the urge to fall back
Let me die
Can't stop a flood approaching
Can't stop a bullets flight
Can't light a dark embracing
Tonight