I wake up alone
So confused and so uninspired
I will last this war
I will cast the call
I'll run right through these halls
As many before

Believe in what I've done
Of this I'm sure
What can I say, what can I say
The air breathes so thin
I am running from a monster within
I can feel you, I can feel you

You will be exercised
Then the preacher says amen amen, amen
Tonight I'll be coming home
From the dirtpile it calls home
But not empty handed, of this I'm sure
As this vice will eat away at skin and flesh and bone

Be prepared 'cos because tonight I'll be coming
I'll be coming home
We will not perish
We stand alone
Here in this famine

Once held once held by a broken home
In the dark I'll wait
So scared and alone
You'll walk me to the end
Of this im sure,
Then the preacher says amen amen, amen

When will the seas get calm
Our men beleive in sacred arms
As my mouth runs dry
Splintered bones and shattered clumps

Gun in my hand and ready to jump
Back off, my water is my only thirst
For when you lose all self-control
You owe it all to hell.