Protagonist Snakes And Thieves
Reach out to touch the face of God.
Pull back, as your cries fall on deaf ears.
We are, we are all snakes and thieves.
Forsaken to be martyrs of memory, and nothing is ever ho it seems.
There's a dark light outside, but a white light in here.
There's a bright life outside, but a dark life in here.
The angel hurls the wreckage into yesterday.
Where did we go astray?
What's the price?
What's the cost?
What's the matter?
What's the lost?
The race is run, the clock run out,
but it doesn't matter because our generation doesn't seem to care.
What's the price?
What's the cost?
What's the matter?
What's the lost?
The race is run, the clock is run out,
But it doesn't matter because you do not seem to care.
There's a dark light outside, but a white a light in here.
There's a bright life outside, but a dark life in here.
The angel hurls the wreckage into yesterday.
Where did we astray?
This is the end.
You are the end.
