I can taste the mercury in the water
A bitter blessing bestowed
We have less hope than holding candles to the wind
And more pride than common men
With an arsenal of faith and theories never proven
We'll be gone before morning comes
But I'll take comfort that justice has been served
We got exactly what we deserved

The stakes are high,
When you say goodbye I'll say goodnight
I'm not fond of common endings
Reprieve, we'll be baptized in puddles of water and blood
We'll betray our fathers for the way of the gun
So let's start the countdown

I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear)
Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear
Wide awake for the first time in days
Transcending illusions of passion and hate
Lucid and beautifully staged

Bow before the empty throne that's before you
Protect those children and strive
To be the leader of an un-armed militia
That's blessed but mute, deaf, and blind
Another year, we'll be immune to the poisons
And we can proclaim our lives
But falling short is inevitably written
So sit back and die more inside

Three can keep a secret if two are dead
So let's start the countdown

I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear)
Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear
Wide awake for the first time in days
Transcending illusions of passion and hate
Lucid and beautifully staged

I've lost so many battles inside my head,
I'm afraid I'm gonna lose the war
And I'm starting to take comfort hanging a white flag
Than trying to endure anymore
I haven't slept in so many days, that my body, my body aches
I'm thinking about joining the rest of my friends
Because eternal sleep seems to be the latest trend

We're playing life like a sport
These battles are trying, and our time in life is short
No signs of vitals, and I can't take anymore
I'm standing my ground, and I will still speak of love
Even when I know, it has lost its meaning
So let's start the countdown

I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear)
Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear
Wide awake for the first time in days
Transcending illusions of passion and hate
Lucid and beautifully staged