an ounce of innocence is lost
            Gallons of blood, liquid red, is shed
            Thousands of lives, lost.

Hundreds and hundreds of knives,
            cutting through living, breathing, flesh.
            Tears cried, screams screamed, and battle cries yelled.

Angels wings are burned as angels fall from grace,
            down into the very pits of Hell, bleeding tears of salty red,
            shiny halos rusting before quickly crumbling to dust.

Churches of gods and goddesses alike,
            being burned to the ground,
            their ashes and debris becoming one with the dirt of the earth itself.

Thunder continues to strike thousands of souls a day,
            choosing their fate to which they are eternally damned,
            crying and bleeding fated misery.

Ignorance is never always bliss,
            blindness is never really neverending darkness,
            until one truly sees the light

Everything else is lost,
            and what we have will eventually be taken away as well

Everything we see,
            everything is a lie.
            What we see in front of us is simply a mirage;
            inevitably all we see slowly fades to black.

Keep lying to yourself,
            keep doing what you're doing.

No matter what you do,
            you will end up with nothing in the end.