I can see the glowing ball of our fortunes to come,
just arms length and it's pulling away,
hold me tight so I can reach it ,
Once in hand we can erase the world that keeps us,

Embrace the falling sky, following chicken littles crys,
Please please look up at what you're doing
I have here a gun in my hand, pleading not to use it,
If we continue down this road, our corrupted lungs
will get us before my bullets come,

Set fire to in inside of our hearts,
loosen up the breaks and don't look back,
for each coin turned is other lie told,
gather up my ashes and pour them in the mold

Depressing controversies make noble pursuits to fix,
Standing alone facing a wall of your peers,
what sin must look like when it revels in the truth,
sinking hopes are followed by an unwavering word

Watch out for the last peeking sun,
it will scream for attention and pry at our eyes,
the last of it will reveal secrets hidden,

you and I are  so much a like.