You sit and smile at me,
as though nothing could ever go wrong.
Why do we stand this pain all along?
The darkness of nite glooms overhead
and the dreams of yesteryear have long been dead.
The silence in the middle of the storm,
yet why do you still scorn?
Shall we wage eternal war
to the end of time,
pits of hell,
were we not found sacred in the task?
Just trying to rid the world of one more sinner.
