Trust

Your innocence can be measured in a thousand ways

When decadence is living in the heart of what we've made

We're breathing in the sacred fumes

Destroying what we've built so soon

And tearing the pieces of my heart apart

I comprehend that everything must end eventually

I long to be where days just seem to last for eternity

The voices here are getting loud

We're living in a thunder cloud

And waiting for what the Gods will send again