Testo There Is No Cure

Words could never express, the way that I feel about this world
A world that needs no introduction, because we already know
We know too much, we hate for fun, it's getting out of hand,
Hands that never seem to find each other.

Hold your head, up high, tonight
Take a stand, for what you know is right
And I've seen this, I've seen this, too many times before.
It seems that there is no cure, for the way people are
The rapture is coming, their bodies reconstructing
This is the second coming, a massive genocide
For Christ he cries on horse he rides this is terrible.

Hold your head, up high, tonight
Take a stand, for what you know is right
And I've seen this, I've seen this, too many times before.

And I have stopped breathing, and my heart has stopped beating