Changing The Seasons

You don’t even know my name.
But to you it’s all the same.
I’m still the one to blame.

Have you heard the cry?
Soft-spoken genocide.
Near the end of time.

I live in a world of journeys.
Darkness taking over the times.
So lead your own to the post.
Take your face off, it’ll be fine.

Heaven will be a place on Earth.
So long as we’re willing to sacrifice.
Unworthy will all fall away.
So show your fangs and roll the dice.

Changing the seasons.
Suffocate reason.
Bringing out doubt.
Wringing us out.
Till there’s nothing but pain and lesions.

The Springtime.
The Springtime.
The dawn of life is on the line.
I hope you see it right.
We open up the box and wait until.
The coming of the light.

It’s Summer.
It’s Summer.
Can we take the heat or will we die?
Welcome to the new world without night.
Endangering the deaf, risking the blind.
We can’t stand the sound or sight.

We’re falling.
We’re falling.
We hit the ground and die.
The dead are still alive.
So heap them on the pile.
And help us light the fire.

It’s Winter.
It’s Winter.
Our future has been crystallized.
Our hearts have turned to ice.
Our frozen spirits shatter like.
The truth will never come to light.

Changing the seasons.
Suffocate reason.
Bringing out doubt.
Wringing us out.
Till there’s nothing but pain and lesions.

Oh, we’ll never like the things we see.
But still we fight for our beliefs.
We won’t be free, but it’s what we need.

Just like Sodom and Gomorrah, count the cost.
All the broken and the lost.
Still we won’t stop, we won’t pause.

The future’s still unwritten.
In spite of all the pain we put us through.
The chains remain a phantom.
Till the seasons’ change comes true.

We’ve been lost in uncertainty, trying to find our way.
And every day we’re drifting farther, sinking through.
Just one more chance, we’ll only ever have today.
I’m so sick and tired of hiding who I am from you.

We’re changing the seasons, and they have changed us too.
From a world of disparate nations to this cold unfeeling mire.
We live in desolation, casting aside our sense of muse.
Smiling towards the future as we fall into the fire.