Pedal, the floor
Fumes, our faces
Taste, the speed
Lines, they blur

Flashing lights the poison
Distance is the drug
Drifting like we’re feeling
Stopping with no more

Traffic, oncoming
Ending, the ride
Crushed, by granite
Shun, the clouds

Flashing lights the poison
Distance is the drug
Drifting like we’re feeling
Stopping with no more

Take the wheel and we’ll crash together
One last turn and we’ll care a lot less
Take the wheel and we’ll crash together
One last turn and we’ll care a lot less

Gaze, the abyss
Hollow, the furnace
Pennies, your eyes
Pennies, the prize

Brother o’ brother, will you take the fall, for the undeserving, and the unconcerned
Brother o’ brother, will you let them slide, or will you take the time, to mar their face in protest

I won’t ignore, I’ll drink them under, I’ll break them one by fucking one
I won’t ignore, I’ll drink them under, the knife turns inside their chest

Father o’ father, hurt the ones you love, for the ones you hate, witness your weakness
Father o’ father, will you idly stand, watch without word, or wear their skin as a mask

I’ll wear their skin for fun, it’s what makes me sane
I’ll wear their skin for fun, it’s what makes me whole
I’ll wear their skin for fun, yes I will, it’s what makes me sane

I won’t ignore, I’ll drink them under, I’ll break them one by fucking one
I won’t ignore, I’ll drink them under, the knife turns inside their chest

Mother o’ mother, do I make you proud, is it to your pleasure, to see me murder
Mother o’ mother, do you tell your friends, that your sons are right, that some deserve to die

So, nice to know you, nice to see this, all come to pass
Times, they are remembered, for just a moment, and soon they’ll fade
Fall, modern heroes, modern villains, and modern faith
Drink, for the fallen, for beginnings, of the end

When the fire calls me
I’ll raise my sword
I’ll ride the oceans home
and take my throne

Hear, the trumpets calling, the angels screaming, the demons howl
Skin, it’s slowly peeling, the face revealing, your true self
Fall, modern heroes, modern villains, and modern faith
Drink, for the fallen, for beginnings, of the end

When I make my return
There will be nothing left

When the fire calls me
I’ll raise my sword
I’ll ride the oceans home
and take my throne

When I make my return
There will be nothing left

Sometimes you know of what cannot be
where the grass is perfect shades of green
and there’s zero mention of a calamity
there’s just sunny myths full of sympathy

The cover has been blown
The identity’s compromised
That cheerful fake facade
Crumbles to fucking dust
Breathe in the smoke
The rubble’s still ablaze

I’m not an optimist (I’m not an optimist)
Everything turns to shit (Everything turns to shit)
I’m not a nihilist (I’m not a nihilist)
I believe in the worst

Now everyone shows concern
About what they think is life
Flashing those pearly whites
In an effort to repress
Give me reality
Or show me to the door

I’m not an optimist (I’m not an optimist)
Everything turns to shit (Everything turns to shit)
I’m not a nihilist (I’m not a nihilist)
Believe me when I-

slit the throat of my lady luck
and I see my choices just come pouring out
It’s the taste I love but it’s bittersweet
cause the lust I know, yea, is for hostility