237 - Fear Before The March of Flames

As it pours, down the wall

Now it comes, through the hall

Everyone is, brilliantly shining

Everything is, shining bright

It gets worse, through winter

Don’t make a sound, the end is here

When it floods, bail like hell

Don’t make a sound, the end is here

I must be losing my mind

Let it shine, let it shine this is me this is me now i’m home

This is me, now i’m home

I must be losing my mind

I’d sell my god damn soul for this to last forever

I’d sell my god damn soul for this to last, i’m home