Time won't change the colors of the past when life turns fragile to the wind.
But shallow, murky water is no excuse for tomorrows games.
Every mistake puts another life on the line, trapped in the middle
of broken cords and empty bottles wrapped in rusty chains.

Every glass turns to a dream turned swift aside
and breathing deeply in the love of gray and filthy smoke.
You sacrificed these lives for a liquid, lost beginning
and I hope with every breath you take, you choke.

Her life goes down the drain with the puddles of the tears we cry
as we reminisce of broken lives.
But ever sober phrase was just a false alarm of minds at stake,
trapped in transition as the walls crumble down on mine.

(Scream for hatred, scream for cries,
scream every word shoved down our throats.
Scream for hatred, scream for love,
scream for when we lose our final hopes.)

We watch this sun rise again after another sleepless night,
burned us alive through fury fire in the summer's false disguise.
Sixteen years of cares have nearly been extinguished
as our hearts turn black to match the lifeless colors of our eyes.

Who celebrates a funeral for the good and plenty
and who exits this room of conspiracy?
We've escaped from the tyranny of mere survival
in a house of blood and water and our misery.

(Scream for hatred, scream for cries,
scream every word shoved down our throats.
Scream for hatred, scream for love,
scream for when we lose our final hopes.)

Paint it red, paint it black
paint it silver to turn it back
to the way that things used to be.
Fire dead, fire light
is the star within the night,
a chance to start anew that doesn't mean a thing to me.

Words are weapons of the worst kind of destruction
as I still recover from every word you said.
But there's no end like simple sorries which you never spoke
when you left us in the cold, when you left us there for dead.

And every rose left on your grave will only die in sudden sickness,
will only pass with no resistance
in the poison waves of your existence.
And when the time is right, I'll say goodbye to haunting histories
that drive the emptiness that clarifies my sanity.

This is war in peace and rest.
This is war in life and death.