The Atrocity

I don't wanna die,

Don't expect me to die,

I've got my enemies, within my sight,

We're looking through a stain glassed genocide.

I don't wanna die,

Don't expect me to die,

What's joy without the tears, filling our eyes?

Memories of a perfect time.

We dream of nothing, or so we say,

We dream of discovering, a perfect trail,

To the answers that, will seal our pale faces.

That can't happen now,

It's flickering out,

Will we meet again? I hope somehow,

Even if we pass you on your way, out.

I don't wanna die,

Don't expect me to die,

We can live forever.

I don't wanna die,

Don't expect me to die,

We can live forever.