Cult Of Youth Through The Fear
Draw from experience
And make marks on a map
And the lives we lead
Are barely more than that
So in the nighttime
When you seek an early grave
Just remember that
Your children are afraid
The earth is spinning
At a never changing rate
But the motion has not
Ever changed our fate
When every season kills
The season that is left
We acknowledge that
We're only born for death
Just know your children
Are not children any longer
As they fall in love
And death and out of time
So leave the light on
Since you'll never really know
How your garden lives
When roses cease to grow
So far removed that
It's as if we've just begun
And bear the burden
Of an ever darkening sun
But never falter, since the path we forge
Is drawing ever near
Echoing the voices through the fear