Rape of Conscience

This is gonna burn This is gonna sting This is gonna change everything you thought you knew about everything This is gonna hurt No, this is gonna kill Chances are, this will be the last thing you ever feel Oh, throw your fists up Scream, blow your lungs out This could be the end Of your world This is gonna burn This is gonna bleed This could be the end of the world Or it might be just what you need This is gonna scar It's never gonna heal This will make you second guess everything that you thought was real And this is gonna pull Pull you to your knees And this is gonna pull Pull you to your knees Oh, throw your fists up Scream, blow your lungs out This could be the end Oh, throw your fists up Scream, blow your lungs out This could be the end And in the end, someone will hate you no matter what you do (Don't you know grace is reserved for the dead?) The question is: Will you survive if that someone is you? Oh, throw your fists up Scream, blow your lungs out This could be the end Oh, throw your fists up Scream, blow your lungs out This could be the end Oh, throw your fists up Scream, blow your lungs out This could be the end of the world