Bloodhail

I feel the top of the roof come off
Kill everybody there as I’m watching all the stars burn out
Trying to pretend that I care
But I didn’t, no one ever does, and I would, no one ever will
Can’t you see it’s all flown out of my hands
And our clothes are all too often ripped
And our teeth are all too often gnashed
And it lasts as long as it possibly can but I just don’t accept this
I just don’t accept this at all
Faces sweaty, arms and legs, what a glorious set of stairs we make
We kill everyone with arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads
Thank God that’s over