And her teardrops wet the dry ground,
But hardened hearts don't listen,
And so.
He fought and kicked and has the scars to show it,
Yet he's being driven along the Highway to Hell,
Devil at the wheel driving at the speed of darkness,
And so.
What'll we do?
Where can we go?
When will we see a brighter day?
Who can we be?
How can we sleep...
… when the flood victim cradles her baby?
She watches his light die away,
Singing Glory Land all the while.
And so.
Here we are,
And we could do what we should,
But the drone of harmony is too beautiful,
And peace is an enchantress irresistable,
Dear God,
Where can we go,
Who should we be?
What can be said,
To the wronged and the damned!
What excuse can we give?
Ten seconds to midnight,
Five seconds to doomsday...
How can we sleep?
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Inspired by What About Now ~ by Daughtry
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