come quickly
come quickly
run to me
bar the doors
board up the windows
weapons ready
locked and loaded
our stomachs burn
our mouths are dry
the sun hides its face
the future holds
only wind and sand
death and darkness

our dreams
our hearts
this new world

they said there was a cure
for every disease

but they could not cure
they could not cure
they could not cure

they said we were perfect
shaking our fists
in Gods face
and now our debt is due
our sins find us
naked and broken
starving and undone
let our bread be ashes
let our drink be blood
lost forever
in this new world
a place of ghosts
and broken dreams

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