Sounding the Seventh Trumpet by Avenged Sevenfold
Forgotten faces. Lost in yesterdays realm. Drained with confusion. Where did it all go? Look into the past, look into their faces. Never, the thought of being time fucked. But now they're all gone and all that's left is this blank faced picture. Ninety percent, nothing was done, nothin accomplished, coasting through life didn't seize the day. No one ever realized that they're already dead. By the time you realize, you'll be dead too. Without another chance to save the world, these things they're gone, you're gone, forgotten. Now your face in my picture frame. It's gone, forever. Right before my very eyes. And just when I thought I made light of things. It slips away, into darkness. My life passes now I see. Just what this world does for me. It's getting hard, harder to breathe. Am I out of time is that what this means? Well that's what it means. That's what it means, you and me try to breath. Now you. Realize. Your life, flies by. Now I. Realize. My life. I die.