White World

Can you go any faster because we're running out of time
And you know
You feel it to, the way they are breathing down your neck
Let the engine roar like a nuclear core
And how I dread the coming of the morning sun
When it becomes so painfully clear
What you are and what you have done

Heading over the threshold from the warmth into the cold
And I know now
How I just love these quiet moments
Before the storm, before the downfall

In a White world under a black sun
My words against your guns
The cold steel against the warm flesh
My words against your guns

There is no one here but you and me now
I can hear you breathe through the noise from the other side
Torn apart under a steel grey sky

In a White world under a black sun
My words against your guns
The cold steel against the warm flesh
My words against your guns