I Don't Think We're In Kansas Anymore

My senses are torn from reality of all the loved ones dead around me, a baptism in glass, now I want to f*cking know

What is divine, show me a sign, the blood is starting to thicken

All of the love and everything done and this is how I'm repaid

The lifeless eyes of my children and wife screaming that the fault is mine

Where are you now

Darkness falling my skins crawling out of reach with swollen hands

Broken and bled

Empty and dead

What a convention of lies and deception

Fury is consuming me

And I ask why and I ask for who

Disposal of the chosen few

Why

Hold on

Faith is your insignia, does devotion have your answers, false hope has left you lifeless, voices are all I hear

Where are you now

I am doomed

Why must I exist in this living Hell

Doomed

A story I wished I never lived to tell

Doomed

Lower them into the ground

Heads to the west, feet to the east

Ground

Hold on

Hold on