Pray for blood,
Pray for the cleansing,
Pray for the flood,
Pray for the end of this wide awake nightmare.
This lie of a life came as quickly as it can dissolve.
We seek only reprieve and welcome the darkness.
The myth of a meaning so lost and forgotten.
Take hold of my hand,
For you are no longer alone.
Walk with me in hell.
Pray for solace,
Pray for resolve.
Pray for a savior,
Pray for deliverance, some kind of purpose.
A glimpse of a light in this void of existence.
Now witness the end of an age.
Hope dies in hands of believers
who seek the truth in the liar’s eyes.
Take hold of my hand,
For you are no longer alone.
Walk with me in hell.
You’re never alone.