Texty: Hell Is For Heroes. The Neon Handshake. Nightvision.

Under a blanket of fear
down a bottomless pit
i've been waiting for this night
to open my eyes

wide awake i see in the dark
see the fences breaking apart
get together with my old friends
once again we breathe in the air
escape to somewhere far from nowhere
where the sky's been tainted red
where the sky's been tainted

up on a bank by a stream
trading memories for dreams
fading echoes and pictures
we burn at the seams

and now our wings are painted gold
they'll make idols of us yet
empty promises they said
reach their best before dates soon
i can see it all