Woorden: The Autumn Offering. Calm After The Storm.

Five hundred and fifteen days and nights later
The generation is still doomed to watch its fate
Flash on a screen, inevitable blinding horizon
On high alert for terror this has to be a dream

Have you ever wondered what it's like
To feel the earth crash into you?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to feel
There's nothing you could do?

This sky can't hold us all, so just set it ablaze, no
Swallowed by the fire
Laid to rest in the bowels of humanity
Winters coming, please tear me away from this

Just let them keep itching each others trigger finger
It's all a matter of who will blink first
When it's all over where will we go?
When it's all over where will we go?

When it's all over where will we go?
When it's all over where will we go?
When it's all over where will we go?
When it's all over where will we go?