Worlds Collide

I fight to sleep

Can't bare but dream

Handout the children

Into the darkness

The fathers of sinners

The daughters of hate

Handout the darkness

To all the children

The mother of nothing

The sons of our fate

We are the burden

The shame you must carry

We are the future the now and the late

And then the whole thing starts to bleed

Envision grief and get on your knees

Yeah the whole thing starts to bleed

Improbable impossible

Seems insurmountable to breathe

When worlds collide

Like ancient history

We spend our time in misery for you

Awaken all but follow through