I Dream Of July
by Bleeding Through· from Dust To Ashes
Monday morning,a midwest gloom above. The word on the other end,the news's
of death of hope. Life slain by love, I don't hink that we will live through
this. Life slain by promise. One last message of the voice of him,the voice of
hope. But there was no hope,every second unfulfilled lifeless reality. For
every weakened mind,for every broken heart,his strength will remain for
memories every fucking day. Every word you said came true,with this knife
to your throat. You got left in this hole,left alone to die. you foresaw the end.
Is this what you want from us? Is this what you wish from us? You foresaw
the end. You for took the end. Is this what you want from us? Now we're
going to give it to you.