There's a storm on horizon, Escape or consumed. You're pouring your lies on The ones you love, the perfectly doomed. You punish unworthy. Sicken the health. You murdered your innocence And your punishment is to live with yourself. All are captured and conquered. How does it feel? Agreed that they never loved you But somehow you hurt them worse in the deal. Give doubt to believers, Robbing their wealth. Angering mobs, but they'll never kill you. No, you're punishment is to live with yourself. Turned a love into prison. Hope to despair. You horrible monster. You don't want to be good, just never there. And carving your smile, Living in stealth, Ripping out hearts 'cause it's easy, You want to die, but instead you'll live. Live with yourself. "In the innocence of time There comes a point of redemption For those fallen short Who may return to the fields of youth But who are weary of themselves find defeat, Refused to escape the immortality of death. They are the ones we can not remember Because they will not forget. The fragility of the era is lost to guilt And they carry on without us And they must live with themselves."