Ocular Gyro Crisis

With eyes shut tight
you wake up and no-ones there
you can still,
not a soul to be seen,
feel the days fade away.

The sins in your eyes, as I focus.
The last ray of light, on your demise.
I will rise. Hold your feet on his face, and let the thunder roll.

Rip the veins from his neck,
Will you see the last ray of light?
Before the sky turns black,
draw the curtains to reveal.

If it bleeds, we can kill it.
If it bleeds, we can kill it.

I pulled the knife from my back years ago,
Next time finish the job.

Destroy what can never fade.
Senses itch as the horizon burns a point in time.
Brush aside what's left behind.
All it takes is one, to fill the void.
All it takes is one gun.

If it bleeds, we can kill it.
If it bleeds, we can kill it.