The Last Dance Massacre - Darkest Hour

A sudden gasp for air

One false move

A blank stare is waiting for you

Try to piece it together

But you haven’t a clue

A blank stare is waiting for you

It sends an impulse out

Desperately searching

Feeding off remains of it all

Another burning bridge

Another casualty paid in full

Just let it crumble down

And put to memory

Remains of the wasted years

It wouldn’t be the first time

It’s all come crashing down

The awful truth is finally out

It’s worse than you thought

Feeding off remains of wasted years