Counteraxiomatica

Engage, the tidal engines of the Apocalypse Flooded lands and flooded eyes The time for mercy has come and gone Flush the wound and start anew Rebel cells without a clue Ignite the gift blacken your hearts The giver departs Blacken your hearts A promise sealed in color A justified cycle Never to repeat If not for grace the tides would rise Ten out of ten Maybe it's time again If not for grace the rivers would flood Ten out of ten (ten out of ten) Maybe it's time again Maybe it's time again We've earned next to nothing And we're owed even less Caught in cosmic undertow We bitterly protest Since we know best In our subjective morality We deserve only death (Maybe it's time again) If not for grace the rivers would flood Ten out of ten (Maybe it's time again) Lone form Faith enduring Diffident and humble Set apart from disaster Groaning vibrations in the deep Replete in suspended Shadows Final gasps disturb the peace The last silence as it was told Ancient account Still ringing in the deep We will it to repeat Maybe it's time again Maybe it's time again Hearts groan Reflections of the past Not again Not again Let the horror descend Winged peace departing Let the silence end Wait and despair Reveal the land and a second coming Give us hope for a new beginning Eternal wait is never ending Every drop a soul It's a fight to the death When the final trumpets sound It'll all come crashing down It'll all come crashing down It'll all come crashing down