Last Call - Primordial

Awake in another city at 5 am

The breath of day upon my neck

Counting the hours until I wake

To give back all these things that I take

How hard we tried to tear this world down

My duty was to futility

The unwilling hand of beauty

Which left us seeking negativity

We were seeking ruin

Out on the outskirts of another dead end town

Trying to find some truth in the maze

The lines on our faces grow deeper

So step up to the gallows

And hang me out to try one last time

What do we do to save us from ourselves?

Who can reach out to save us?

We made our bed and let it lie

And to think all we did

Was waiting around to die

The powder hurts us but we still try

To lie to ourselves finding reasons why

We try to find reasons why