The Bells have rung
The deed is done
Here's to the race that is never won
There's puke and bloodstains on the wedding gown
What the wisest know even fools can see
That misery and fools love company
The hoards are at the gates
And they're coming down
The grace of God from which you fell
Conceals a snake that in you dwells
There are monsters there
Where sailors dare not go
But the king of tides cast them ashore
Things you thought were not there before
But now you know them, brother, way too well
The heavenly gates are closed to me
But the devil has a key
Big dreams are going to cost you
But regrets are always free
What you seek ain't want you find
The voices that won't give you peace of mind
They tell you not to bother anyway
But the bloodied moon will turn the tide
A storm is coming
No use in hiding
It's a goddamn horror show and you can't rewind