At The Gate

The world is dead,

I watched it bleed out and collapse,

and all the people lost their shreds

of hope as it let one more breath,

escape it's lungs,

and hung, it's head.

But I'm alive,

and though I'm damned, I still survived,

with every god-forsaken word,

I let the heavens know this hurt.

As the noise, ebbs and flows

i swallow hard because i know

that my last redeeming hope

is to find my way back home.

I know the truth

you asked me twice,

but couldn't see through my disguise

to the damages inside,

that like my world I too had died.

but "How are you?"

(So how are you, cause I need to know! So how are you?)

"How are you?"

(Do you believe me? Do you believe me?)

but "How are you?"

(So how are you, cause I need to know! So how are you?)

"How are you?"

(Do you believe me? Do you believe me?)

And the truth is, I lied

the truth is that I lied.

I know you can't go back.

I know you won't look back.