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-glass 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 some how,

Even if we pass you on your way out.

I dont wanna die

dont expect me to die

we can live forever

(same verse again)