Twelve Omaha Solemn Certainty Songtext
von Gatherers

How do you swallow the feeling of impending doom?
Like a pool too shallow to drown in
Yet you insist to try
Try and try
It′s time to go
A wave goodbye

Television singing the sirens of the EBS
In the daylight horror
Pleads with you that this is not a test

"Join your friends, your family, your God"


The neighbors lay in circles on your lawn
You boarded up the windows of your house
And you steadied the shotgun in your mouth
There is no one here to talk you down
So you sat across the wall and start to count

Scream hallelujah 'til it′s absurd
No sense to fade out
I rather just burn

I'm ready to die now
I'm ready to burst
Oh, what a cruel love
Show me the hearse
Hearse

In Heaven, you were another face inside a crowded room