6.2.15

Blood on broadcast - Our door

Hear footsteps at the door
We've heard them come before
They'll steal our peace of mind
They can't get inside

Some voices at the door
Seems they're declaring war
They still believe in sin
We can't let them in

Poked holes in the door
Their eyes here to explore
Not much to see in here
Can't get what they fear

Hear knuckles knock on the door
What could they be asking for?
They don't know how we've been
Just can't let them in

Hear shouting at our door
This time they've become more
Their shadows gave away
Why won't they go away?

Hear kicks bashing at the door
We'll hide inside the dark
Wondering what they've come for
Each kick left a mark

They've bashed down the door
All we made, their shouts tore
"Drop dead one by one"
What have we done?

Now it's an open room
We now await our doom
"Drop dead one by one"
Soon we'll all be gone

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