Lyric

Shattered illusions fall

At the edge of crimson tears

The poem I wove for the end

No one is left to hear

In the heart of madness

Choked sobs escape my chest

Streets littered with rubble

Between the ruins of fallen buildings

I stand and look up at the sky

Through the smoke ahead

All I hear is the sound of breaking

Creeping fear in rusted iron echoes

Piercing my ears

I can’t say the red sunset’s beautiful anymore

There’s nothing left to think that way

In the midst of war, there’s no shoulder

To lean on, none at all

I wash my body with your blood

Crushed my heart along

With the scent of gunpowder

Shouts hoarse from my throat

Vanish amidst the gunfire

Within the mirage

I curl up, knees to chest

That child waiting for help…

Her tears have evaporated

Amidst the rubble of my mind

Empty cans scrape across the ground

All filled with red paint

Through the smoke ahead

All I hear is the sound of breaking

Creeping fear in rusted iron tearing

Echoes in my ears

I can’t say the red sunset’s beautiful anymore

There’s nothing left to think that way

In the midst of war, there’s no shoulder

To lean on, none at all

I wash my body with your blood

Crushed my heart along

With the scent of gunpowder

Shouts hoarse from my throat

Vanish amidst the gunfire