words fly like bullets through the pouring rain   apathy diagnosed us in our dreams   headlights shine bright enough to blind our pain   when our blood runs cold, we'll have no arms      ghosts of dead animals silent our fears      when earth has run dry, we will drink our tears   loathe and behold, the snow will turn to ash      armageddon will lead us to the stars   swimming through razor blades to find the keys   love lost in lust will have our hearts lined with scars   armageddon will lead us to the stars      loathe... behold... the ghosts of everyone we know      ghosts of dead animals silent our fears      armageddon will lead us to the stars   swimming through razor blades to find the keys   love lost in her will have our hearts lined with scars   armageddon will lead us to the stars