Gone Cold

Give up the joy, the bliss, the wholeness, the thrill of it
Harden your heart and drag down the road what is left
We're the sacrificial lambs
And the altar knows
That It just wants what it's owed;
It's the altar's nature to take in the offering

We're so proud to know too much
All our debts repaid in blood
But don't you stop to think of costs when you're broke?

How will I know if I'm depleted soil?
The harvest failed and we starved in the winter
Now we just till these fields
Squeezing the things we grow to death
The seeds can't bear fruit
if the sunlight is stolen before it has a chance
You'd think I'd know better by now, but the fact remains:
Everything changes, nothing ends

The comet wiped out all life on earth
Have I missed out on the rapture?
Don't you dare throw the breaker
This blackout's forever

When the credits roll there's still work to be done

Torn to pieces
Shock and awe
Scorch my earth
Leave no trace