Through the Fear - Cult Of Youth

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