Mail From The Watchtower

The priest has spoken
This world is crashing down
Burning slowly
we watch everything die
This nightmare is real
and it never ends
we have turned our back
to everything
we just rely on our selves

Im looking in the mirror
Of self consciousness
i look my self in the eyes
crying for hope

Our homes are burning
begging for any storm
to wash away all signes of
lives we have lived

Our homes are burning
come find our mistakes
come be the storm that takes away
every last mark of our existence

when we got nothing to lose
and everything is gone
i turn my eyes up to my father
who