Blood Of The Moon

Are we going to die? I think so.

Going nowhere fast, and if it's all we know

Tied up, beaten, tortured, with no place else to go

We've all been through this, some with scars to show

Driving forward, falling toward impending doom

Intoxicated by the blood of the moon

I've driven the final nain into my coffin

My head is killing me, reminding me

Of what I have done to myself

This is the end of life as we know it

Following the path chosen by our guide

A giant of a man, living two different lives

Not a moment's grace, this is where we draw the line

Face our fears or face the facts, this is where we die

We're on our own

But in this togeather

This is the end, prepare to die