I Am the Quiet End

It's yet another night in yet another city that kills
Feeling tired of feeling alone
So tired of sleeping through silent sounds
Facing myself is the hardest thing I've ever done
Facing my problems is facing the gun
Easy exits are the softest touch
A single squeeze to mark the end of an era
But also the start of something new
Let blame rest on both my shoulders as it should on you
Let pressure conduct the harmony of what is false and true
Screaming at the sky to beg for a warmer rain
Like the one that streams from our eyelids
We're on the last train home
Home is where our hearts explode
And become our merits worn on celebration days to honor our courage
Lies and lies, we ourselves despise
But carry on the living towards the blinding light
We hold so dear in our memory and
giving peace a second chance to fight
For life and the dead but I can hear the bullets laugh
As the gun rests on my head

Epic songs sound worse than they have before
For years they were our only cries
Too much to bear, we stand still
Hold our heads and stare as the graveyards fill up
With the sweat and tears we used for so many generations
To comfort our companions and strengthen the pillars of our nation
Courts have claimed that with fists there will be no justice
There's nothing left for us to fight
The terror that slept within our hearts is out
And it wants revenge against the few who contributed
To contain our internal bombs, the daggers that are our hands

Will there be children to believe in the fairy tale that was humanity?
Will there be news of the coming storm when it has raped our homes
Left us cold and alone in endless days
We've served in countless ways the gods and masters
Who still see us as men of clay kneeling low
And with nothing to defend slowly humming to the quiet end