Status Cross - Far West Battlefront

She got that cold-eyed stare with permanent fixture

Snorting lines we throw out and don’t sing

She smiles and politely says, «today there’s no rapture

It’s the end, and your bells, they don’t ring»

As my blood runs cold and turns to dust

In the end even the gods will abandon us

«Don't let me sail into my black hole, messiah

Please let me find my heaven, my king»

She laughs and says, «Son, I’m the denier,

It’s the end, and your bells, they don’t ring»

As my heart grows old and turns to rust

In the end even death will reject us