Cry Omega

Suffocating pain of lines you can not cross
The words are seemingly so trivial, and yet so hard to say
He's standing there, waiting for the coming storm to wash these streets away
A tide to hit these coasts
And here it comes

Drops are piercing every inch of the glass
The concrete's wearing thin
As the structures collapse upon it
Please tell me this is real

The dead among the living
The dead among the living

Armies are useless as water descends
The rich are looking for a shelter with the poor
High in their tower, the masters are watching
Over the damnation of their slaves

They should've listened
You should've listened
And now we're all doomed

This rain will last forever
Washing away our sins
Piercing the foundation
Taking apart our shells
Come beg for salvation
Join us on our knees
This rain will last forever
Aboard this sinking ship