Midwest Pandemic

The dead are coming
Out to see the sun
And they'll kill again
To take comfort in these words
They can't take you from my arms
Hell is waiting
Outside behind these walls
It won't save your soul
For being at this point
There's nothing left uncheated for the outcasts
To die for your cause
When they come, hold tight to your father's gun
And don't let it go
We're gonna need it when I'm gone
And we're not done, we're not done
Don't stop shooting them
It won't spare your heart
For being a coward
There's nothing left uncheated for the outcasts
To die for your cause
Pray for us, sweet Mary, mother of God
They keep on coming in swarms
They keep on coming in swarms
In the war between God and man
We are both in contempt
But you won't remember this
And I can't explain just yet
We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it out
We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it out
I'm not convinced that they won't stay dead
I'm not convinced that they won't stay dead
And in the greatness of our despair
The war is not lost
And all your dreams are still on their way
You said it
We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it out
We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it out
And all your fears will come to pass
As each shell tears you apart
And all your angels will sing your praise
To give you hope for what is not right