Broken Bells

Yeah, the face
The face of evil is on the news tonight
We see the darkness over light
But have we ever really lived in better times?
Hey, strange, they say we’re coming to the end of the line
But is there still a chance to change your mind?
Or have all the colors turned to black and white?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

I had another dream, I had another life
No one saw the blood on my hands
When I woke, I was there alone
Where will it end?
After the twilight, always a sunrise
But the blood of morning comes when small arms fire
Ignore the deadline, there’s no divine right
Enter the gods and all the sacred signs
At the end of your line

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Good luck, my friend
In time it ends
Heads up, dead land
My heart your hands

Good luck, my friend
In time it ends
Heads up, dead land
My heart, your hands