The Eleventh Hour

Playing with fire

Will only spark the eleventh hour

Promises are wasted on the dead

I’m pacing back and forth repeating my dark soliloquy

Of end times; promising no eulogy

When the bombs drop, and there’s no one left to save

Neither one of us will own a fucking grave

These fucking cowards in their towers up on capital hill

Have no solutions to the pollution, we just take their pills

We’re fighting from the sideline

Their aiming down their sights

Got a target on our heads

They’ve ignored all the signs

Promises are wasted on the dead

Fuck this

Yeah they just think we’re sheep

Forced to shit where we eat, well

Fuck you

Because you’ll die at my side

When there’s nowhere left to hide

We douse ourselves in gasoline

And set ourselves aflame

Self destructive by nature

We only have ourselves to blame

We realize we’re fucked

Cause we’re fucked and we know it

But at least we’re brave enough to own it

We’re in the end times it seems

This was not my “American Dream”

But this is bigger than us

Now there’s no one to trust

In the eleventh hour

The earth will turn to dust

The words we have pled

Went over your head

Now your

Promises are wasted on the dead

We douse ourselves in gasoline

And set ourselves aflame

Self destructive by nature

We only have ourselves to blame

We only have to fear the flame

We douse ourselves in gasoline

And set ourselves aflame

Self destructive by nature

“We only have ourselves to blame”

You realize you’ve fucked us all

Now there’s no going back

Can’t flip the switch

You’ve killed us all

We’re all gonna die

Bitch